The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

The moon curved like a scythe that night.

Silverbell, as instructed by Frank, was lying in bed and napping, fully dressed.

Suddenly, there was a knock on her door, and Frank soon entered.

"Frank?" she murmured softly, her eyes flashing viciously. "Are we doing it now?"

"Nope," Frank replied, narrowing his eyes as he turned to look at Mickus Salor's room, which was directly opposite Silverbell's. Narrowing his eyes and taking out a voice recorder, he said, "For now, just listen to me..."

Silverbell's cheeks blushed beet red after Frank told her his plan, and she pouted like a little girl. "Do I have to, Frank?"

"It's a diversion-we need to especially distract Titus," Frank said with a dead serious look.

"O-Okay..."

Silverbell held up the voice recorder and tried what he had asked her to. "Ah!"

Frank frowned a little. "Again. Put some feeling into it."

Frank asked, but he still shook his head, indicating that

have the

since she had no idea how to moan with passion! And to think that she, the chief of the Martial Alliance, was forced to do something like this!

"In that case..."

troubles, Frank sighed softly and suddenly pushed her down onto the

slender waist, started to move

"Ah..."

though Frank was not satisfied, he decided to

recorder to play while letting go

felt herself go limp

of grief as

had done all that just to make her moan once! It was

blushed harder

between them back at Sage Lake Sect, when she had not been thinking

could still feel

almost left her out