Why is it him again?
Why does he always appear in front of her? !
Why? !
Eden Frank looked cold!
She... afraid of him?
The man suddenly reached out to her——
The girl on the bed seemed to have been terribly frightened. Enduring the pain, she shrank to the back of the bed. The drip hanging from the back of her hand slipped down, and the needle lifted a piece of flesh, dripping with blood!
Eden Frank's hand.
Frozen in mid-air.
He didn't seem to expect it.
Back then, even if he held her by the back of the neck with a cold face and threw her out of his office every time, the girl who would brazenly stay by his side would one day actually make such a move.
Dodge, escape!
She is afraid of him!
"What are you doing here?" Her pale lips trembled and she asked, "Mr. Frank is here to see if I'm dead or not?"