Turning Of The Tide

Chapter 440

At the Turner Manor.

Inside the blanket, the person had gained many spots and marks. Due to lying down, the pure white, soft, silky pajamas revealed faint traces around the collarbone.

The man’s upper body was bare, his head half–leaning against the headboard. The girl rested against his smooth chest. On his tanned chest was a painting of intersecting lines, thin and thick, forming a complex pattern.

The girl extended her arm in front of the man, looking at her palm and then her nails. Finally, she glanced at the man’s chest with a hint of concern. “Frank, should I trim my nails?”

Frank licked the corner of his mouth with his tongue, his lips slightly dry. He reached over and took a look at the girl’s hand. Her nails were very pretty, pale green in color, with sparkling diamonds embedded along the edges. They were transparent and reflected the light from the bedside lamp. Frank gently touched the smooth nail surface and said with a pleased expression, “No need, it doesn’t hurt.”

‘Doesn’t it hurt? Seems like I scratched it pretty deep. As Ava spoke, she half–bent her body and reached out to touch the scars on Frank’s body, saying, “This one’s scabbed over a bit.

Frank was a bit thirsty and needed some water. He was also planning to put on his clothes. Ava kept touching his wounds and tattoos, making him feel somewhat uneasy. He changed the subject. “Hmm, are you thirsty, Baby Ava?”

Ava replied, “I’d like some juice, orange juice.”

Frank propped her head gently on the pillow and went to put on his pajamas. “I’ll get it for you now. Anything else you want to eat?”

“Nothing else.”

“Alright.

Watching Frank’s departing figure, Ava smiled. Actually, Frank didn’t intend to have sex with her tonight, but she had initiated it. Ava knew that Frank’s time in Sapphire City was limited, so she wanted to fulfill whatever he desired, including herself.

Downstairs, Frank put on his pajamas and slippers, unexpectedly finding Emma in the kitchen. This made him a bit embarrassed.

He felt inexplicably guilty. Maybe it was because of what he had done to Ava earlier. Facing her mother like this made him uneasy. However, he still politely greeted her. “Emma.”

swift grain essence soup. Seeing Frank in

entering. “Baby Ava’s a bit thirsty and wants

her.”

was dressed in a jasmine–patterned silk pajama, her hair tied up elegantly at the back of her head. She responded gracefully, and no other meaning could be inferred from her words. “Bring the swift grain up for

slightly as he smiled and replied,

he didn’t expose it. He carried the two bowls of swift grain on

already sitting up. Seeing Frank enter with something other than orange juice, she couldn’t see it clearly

beside them and walked to the edge of the bed. “Emma made some swift grain. Have

You were quite gentle tonight.

bed? He felt somewhat insulted by the unintentional words

the table and sat down on the floor with nimble movements. Watching this scene, Frank was convinced that she

essence soup. Why did Mom think of making this? Whenever my throat wasn’t well, she always made this,

left Ava puzzled. Her words confirmed Frank’s suspicions, and he smiled before calmly replying. “Season’s changing, and Emma is worried

delve into the deeper meaning of the response. She just realized it was almost summer, and

it’s almost summer, Frank, do you like Sapphire City?”

content. While continuing to eat, he responded. “I like it.”

other people, but

due to this sudden confession. He cleared his throat and swallowed. “Finish eating and go brush

discussing this topic. With a cute smile on her face, she

feelings verbally, but knowing the girl wanted

smiled like a child and replied, “Hahaha,

his head helplessly, reaching over to pinch

“Okay.”

meal, Frank handed Ava a tissue to wipe her mouth. His phone received a text message from Hackett. [Enjoying the time

He replied, [Are you fucking falling in love with me or something? Can’t survive a day without

[That is mainly

texted. [Fuck off. Go bother someone

time. Are you not coming back for my wedding? I’m short of groomsmen, and you’re important.]