The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

"Ms. Turnbull, you're really misunderstanding here." Noel leapt to Frank's defense, seeing that even Don Juan was mentioned. "He's just testing the longevity essence that he'll be using at the farm resort."

"Oh, a massage, was it? Oof, I'm hurting here too! Give me a rub!" Vicky snapped as she planted herself on the couch beside Frank, grabbing his hands and pressing them over her breasts.

Frank promptly withdrew his hands exasperatedly. "What are you doing, Vicky? Quit messing around.”

Vicky remained very upset. "What, you are massaging a woman you don't know without a care, but you wouldn't even rub me?!”

"You're not hurt—you don't need it. Also, I'm using this essence for the farm resort and can't afford to waste it." Frank sighed exasperatedly at the heiress behaving like a jealous, petulant child.

"What do you mean I'm not hurt?!" Vicky kept pointing at her chest in frustration. "Here. Internal injury—I'm riddled with holes inside, much more serious than anything she has! Touch me if you don't believe me!"

Vicky even puffed her chest and goaded Frank to do it, which left him in pain.

around, okay? You have yet to eat since it's early, right? I'll feed

get up and leave, only for Vicky to

heiress was suddenly smiling goofily. "Can

"Of course, what—"

as he was finished and promptly shook her off, then fled into the kitchen. Hiding was his only option now, and there was no doubt that Vicky

soon in her normal mood too, as she would never doubt

was no

she looked, Vicky did not care for manners at all and soon wolfed down everything, leaving Frank shaking his

Turnbull—show some manners, there's a guest here.” Frank chuckled in pain. "Is a bowl of pasta really that