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.

the table, she stared blankly at the dishes around

Norsedam, one of the family's sentries rushed into a traditionally decorated courtyard, where a graying middle-aged man was

than Chet Favoni, the head of

"Sir, I don't think your son is going to

sentry rushed inside. Dropping

heard outside even before Chet could

you can't go in! Master Favoni is

be punished if you

hear the pleas

them just as another burly

in, he wheeled on the Favoni sentries and

and turned toward Chet with a

second brother Edon Favoni