Love's Perfect Match

"Forget it? You think that you aren't a good match for me, so you're treating my feelings this way, right?"

Frank forced himself to swallow his anger as he growled, "Raquella, do you know how deep my feelings are for you?"

However, Raquella did not wish to continue the conversation any longer.

Now, her mind was in turmoil and she was unable to think of any answer.

"All right, let's save this conversation for next time."

Frank could only let out a helpless sigh at the sight of her frantic expression.

"Okay, I won't ask you anything before you can accept the answer.I hope that you can really think about it carefully."

She nodded, feeling a trace of guilt inexplicably well up in her heart as she looked at his look of disappointment.

However, at this point in time, things would only continue to go further downhill the more they spoke about it.

In the end, the two ended their talk in an awkward atmosphere.

They weren't particularly giving each other the cold shoulder, but as Frank's enthusiasm seemed to have quelled, Raquella didn't go out of her way to spark a conversation with him either.

Upon returning to her room, she suddenly began to feel an ache in her throat and a wave of nausea.

Hence, she planned to take a short rest on the bed, but she unexpectedly drifted off to sleep instead.

In her dreams, she felt a strange sensation, as if a ball of fire was burning in her chest.

Wishing to put out this fire, she frantically ran all over the place to look for a source of water, but her efforts were futile.

In the end, just as she was frantically tearing at her clothes, a hand suddenly grabbed hers and pulled her into an embrace.

"Don't be scared."

Raquella shook her head as she desperately attempted to break free, but the hand held onto her so tightly that she was unable to put up a fight.

At last, she startled awake from her dream only to see Frank sitting next to her and holding her in his arms without budging an inch.

"Frank..."

that her throat was achingly sore,

not feeling well, take a

began to wipe the cold sweat off her

frantically

don't have to worry about

at her, his gaze

if I get infected as long as I can take care

out of her throat in a hoarse voice, saying, "I...I don't want you to take care of me.Hurry up and

the problem with taking care of you? I already said that I don’t care

mustered all her strength to

that getting infected with this is a

by her actions, but as she was currently a patient, he couldn't pick a fight with her either, nor could he simply

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rolled down her face

knew that Frank was doing this for her own good, but

end, she could only

to thank

into his embrace once

you really want to thank me, you can use your

caused Raquella's face

patient now, so I'll stop joking around with

on her hair and mumbled,

the other hand, Yelena had never expected that

for breath yet sporting an icy expression before

you in a place like this?

Yelena replied in a small voice, "Shouldn't I be asking you how you

"Yelena!"

"Yes!"

on earth are

was nearly about to lose his mind

clearly and not even knowing where they were headed to? Yelena took a few steps back in her best attempt to keep a safe distance

wants to talk to me about something,

is his name?

little awkward at

but I don't know where he