The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

After fidgeting restlessly for a while, Helen finally looked up at Frank, her cheeks flushed as she stammered, "D-Darling... I want what Vicky had, too..."

"Hahaha! I knew it!"

Vicky exclaimed as she suddenly appeared behind Helen, grinning gleefully as she folded her arms before her chest. "Just spit it out already. Don't you feel embarrassed, fidgeting about at your age, Ms. Lane?"

"You stay out of this!" Helen wheeled on Vicky and snapped.

When Helen turned, she saw that Frank was in front of her, leaning down to give her a warm kiss on the forehead.

As she reached up blankly to touch her forehead, she looked up to see Frank's smile.

Flushing in embarrassment, she turned and left, snorting. "Alright, that's enough already! It's time for dinner!"

Even as she chased a giggling Vicky inside, Vicky turned to look at Frank. "Come home soon."

"Yeah." Frank nodded, smiling.

table, she stared blankly at the dishes around

rushed into a traditionally decorated courtyard, where a graying middle-aged

Chet Favoni, the head of the Favoni family who progressed well into

Favoni sentry reported, "Sir, I don't think your son is

sentry rushed inside. Dropping to one knee as well, he reported, "Sir, your second brother has returned and is

heard outside even before Chet

you can't go in! Master Favoni is training in seclusion-no one is allowed

be punished if you

pleas and understood what was

sentries, dismissing them just as another

he got in, he wheeled on the Favoni sentries

and turned

brother Edon