The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage novel Chapter 105

Chapter 105 

Vicky was going to take off Frank’s shirt when he caught her, leaving her staring at him inChapter 104 

Frank said flatly, “You were poisoned. Yara called me over to help.” 

Vicky’s heart raced in fear as she remembered what happened, and quickly asked, “Where’s Yara? 

“She left, saying there’s something urgent back home. She asked me to stay and take care of you. 

Vicky clenched her jaw. “That girl, I swear…” 

They were fortunate it was Frank who stayed. What would happen if Yara left her with another man, while she was still unconscious?! 

Turning back toward Frank with a charming smile, she said, “You didn’t do anything to me, did you?” 

“No,” Frank replied, shaking his head. “You worry too much.” 

“Hey now–I’m glad you stayed to take care of me,” Vicky grinned, playfully sliding her pajamas off her shoulder. “I wouldn’t mind if you really want it… Frank rubbed his nose. “The more you do that, the less interested I’d be.” 

“Honestly… Get out of here,” Vicky snorted, pursing her l*ps–she had just made the vibe in the room a little playful, and he ruined it right then there. 

Romance was really dead! 

Frank shrugged and closed the washroom door behind himself. 

After a while, Vicky stopped out in just a bath towel and sat down on her bed. 

“Do you know who poisoned you?” Frank asked just then. 

“I don’t know I have a long list of enemies, and I can’t pin them down.” 

“The Snowshade you were poisoned with is a specific poison, used by the Hidden Sky Sect of the Southern Sea,” Frank said bluntly. 

Vicky rubbed her chin in thought for a while but eventually shook her head. “I’ve never been to the Southern Sea, let alone provoked some sect–maybe it’s just some hitman.” 

Frank nodded–that was probable. 

Vicky then said, “You should come to work tomorrow. My safety would at least be guaranteed with you around,” 

“Don’t worry,” Frank assured her. “I’m a man of my word–It’s just that there 

were some unexpected complications.” 

“As in your ex–wife being in danger?” Vicky teased. 

Frank avoided the question. “I owe Henry Lane, and I have to help when the Lanes are in trouble.” 

Vicky pursed her l*ps, completely skeptical. 

She was fiddling with her hair when she suddenly gasped, “Ah…” 

“What’s wrong?” Frank asked. 

“I–I think my chest hurts,” Vicky gasped, her expression contorting in pain. “Is there still some poison in my veins?” 

Frank was at once caught in bemusement and disbelief. “That’s impossible–you just took an Ichor Pill. It would completely break the poison.” 

“Oh, just come and see! It hurts!” Vicky snapped in annoyance since he was still standing there, deducing. 

Still puzzled, Frank walked up, ready to take her pulse when she suddenly caught his wrist, and pressed his hand directly on her chest. 

“What…” Frank gulped, left flustered just then. 

“Why would you take my pulse when my chest hurts?” Vicky smiled. “Feel my heartbeat instead–see where the problem is.‘ 

Frank realized then she was fine and just teasing him. 

He started to turn, but she firmly pulled, knocking him off balance and landing on top of her. 

There were just inches between them, and this time, Frank really felt her heartbeat… 

At the same time, Vicky wrapped her arms around his neck and k*ssed him. 

Frank’s eyes widened, her sweet scent rushing into his nostrils and overwhelming his rationality. 

Suddenly, he did not even have the strength to stand! 

 wide–eye confusion. 

“Are you done?” Frank asked, frowning. 

Vicky gingerly got up. “Really. There’s no getting one over you, is there?” 

Frank was speechless. “Do you really have to?” 

“It’s your fault for being such an extraordinary man.” Vicky smiled, shrugging. 

Frank stared at her. “Your fiance’s far better than me.” 

Vicky scowled at those words. “Don’t mention him–I’d rather die than marry into the Lionheart family.” 

Frank was actually confused. “Why? Don’t women like you prefer rich heirs like him?” 

That was why Helen divorced him too–because he was not a rich kid like Sean Wesley. 

Vicky wheeled on him right then, her eyes flashing in determination. “Am I that type of woman to you? Then let me give it to you straight–I have no intention of becoming some trophy wife in the Lionheart family. I, Vicky Turnbull, can do what you men do as well!” 

Understanding that she was no doormat down to her very bones, Frank nodded. ” The pursuit of freedom is fair, but the price of it is cruel.” 

Vicky walked up to him and lifted his chin with her index finger. “That’s why I’m drawing talented people to my cause! Frank Lawrence, you’re the cream of the crop when it comes to the younger generation, just as I like your attitude. Between Titus Lionheart and you, I’d rather choose you. As long as you’re willing to support me, I can give you anything you want.” 

Frank shrugged. “Is that a profession of love or an empty check?” 

“Both,” Vicky replied. “Also, my checks are solid.”