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.”

kitchen making swift grain essence soup. Seeing Frank in his pajamas coming over, she responded with a

the kitchen, not entering. “Baby Ava’s a bit thirsty and wants orange juice. I came down to help

her.”

no other meaning could be inferred from her words. “Bring the swift grain up for her. Don’t drink too much orange juice at night, as the sourness isn’t good for her stomach. If she’s thirsty, have her drink

lips curved slightly as he

Emma had specially prepared this for them, but he didn’t expose it.

couldn’t see it clearly from where she sat on the bed. Curious, she

walked to the edge of the bed. “Emma made some swift grain. Have some. Need

gentle tonight.

gentle in bed? He felt somewhat insulted by the

walked barefoot to the table and sat down on the floor with nimble movements. Watching this

this? Whenever my throat

confirmed Frank’s suspicions, and he smiled before calmly replying. “Season’s changing, and Emma is worried about your throat.”

realized it was almost summer, and it was indeed time for a season change.

Frank, do you like

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

people, but I like you the

sudden confession. He cleared

a cute smile on her face,

constantly expressing his feelings verbally, but knowing the girl

a child and replied, “Hahaha, noted.”

reaching over to pinch her cheek

“Okay.”

wipe her mouth. His phone received a text message

falling in love with me or something? Can’t survive a day without messaging me?]

is mainly because I miss you.]

[Fuck off. Go

[Tell me a time. Are you not coming back for