Deep within Frank's eyes was a sense of tenderness found again, a trace of a smile hidden within their corners. Not to mention feeding her porridge all by himself, even if met with refusal, his actions and expressions spilled incredible patience.
Not to mention, during the three days when Lucille was unconscious, Frank stood by her side tirelessly, not daring to even blink, for fear of anything happening to Lucille.
The servants watched in envy but were equally moved that Frank had likely given all his gentle affection to Lucille alone.
Including his earnest heart, which he eagerly proffered with both hands.
Lucille, however, rejected Frank's kindness. She turned her face away, not even touching the bowl of porridge, and said coldly, "Let me go."
Frank's hand paused slightly, speaking softly, "Bobo, is the porridge not to your liking? I remember you prefer sweet dishes, I'll get the kitchen to prepare something right away."