The Girlboss Begs For Remarriage

Turning to Frank, Alda said, "Sorry, Mr. Frankton. We're really close, so we tend not to hold back. Don't worry about it." "Don't worry," Jouri chuckled. "I know you don't like pretty boys!"

As Alda blushed harder, Jouri could see that there was something between those two. "So, it's like that, huh?"

"No!" Alda rolled her eyes at Jouri.

"Whatever. Just go in. I'll be done soon."

"Okay."

Both Alda and Frank headed into the cottage, whose furnishings were quite old, just like the farmer cottage it appeared to be on the outside.

Still, Alda sighed as she remembered how Jouri had wrecked over a dozen Kawasaki bikes just to get to her. "She was very poor back in college. It's been a few years, but I guess she's now dirt rich." "Hey, who were you mocking?" Jouri asked, carrying a large pot of food.

Alda

Alda started wolfing down her food once Jouri told them to eat

What, because my cooking isn't the real deal? I'm sure you could see the pastured poultry on your way in. Those are the real dead." Frank smiled

"Suit yourself."

and ate while chatting with Alda, "How has the two years been for you? I heard you

"I'd be dead if not

that's how the ice queen melted into a blushing maiden around a dashing youth. It seems the's found her

your mouth!" Alda lunged forward to

"Anyway, let's talk shop. How's

job?" Alda asked. "I'll ask Dad to

asking for a favor!" Jour quickly shook her head. "I'm actually going to help you instead. Have you heard of

several nuclear power plants and are now leading a controllable nuclear fusion