The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

-Frank was bemused even as he strode into the guest room, where Kim was already waiting with Liv Dawson.

Kim appeared especially ethereal with her long, wavy dark hair and white dress, and she was on her feet as soon as she saw Frank. “Mr. Lawrence.”

“How have you been? Have you made a full recovery?” Frank asked politely in turn.

“Yes, all thanks to you, Mr. Lawrence,” she replied.

“Yeah.” Frank nodded, feeling like he had just wasted his breath—he knew Kim’s condition better than Kim herself would.

Not only did he treat her internal injuries, but he also cleared up his meridians so that she would be twice more efficient in cultivation.

Aria, who entered the guest room as well, glanced at Frank in surprise, not expecting him to know medicine.

Still, her attention was quickly drawn to Kim’s guileless divine beauty.

poise was affected by her injury before, she had recovered and

lose out to Vicky or Helen, and

brewed it,” Kim said as she served him

and could not help exclaiming

Kim served

in tea appreciation and simply nodded in

be?” Liv suddenly snorted, rolling her eyes. “Ever since

White had been either tending meticulously to her tea or smiling stupidly as she stared blankly into thin

blushed as

talk aside for now,” Frank said, reluctant to let the ladies digress. “I’ll be blunt,

father mentioned you have

Liv snorted sarcastically. “We’ve asked for you because we’re about to drop a bombshell on you, or you’d

you saying? I just wanted to clear up a misunderstanding…” “Sure, sure. Like you’re perfectly pleased to see him being stolen away. And