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.

Helen picked up a bowl on the table, she stared blankly at the dishes around the table as she heard a car engine igniting outside. "Should I be more... proactive

family's sentries rushed into a traditionally decorated courtyard, where a graying middle-aged

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

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

opened his eyes, his eyes flickering in indescribable pain, another Favoni sentry rushed inside. Dropping to one

loud ruckus could be heard outside even before

is training in seclusion-no one

be punished if you

could certainly hear the pleas and understood

sentries, dismissing them just as another burly man with a Van Dyke beard stormed

in, he wheeled on the Favoni sentries

immediately deflated and turned toward Chet with a pleading

his second brother