The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

Frank flashed a mischievous grin. "Let's start with 'Oh, darling, I'm scared of the dark... please don't go?""" Helen's lips parted and tried to explain herself in panic. "No, I just think we shouldn't book two rooms. It's expensive and there are plenty of drawbacks..." "Hahaha..." Frank chuckled audibly, seeing her embarrassed and girly reaction.

And seeing that he was laughing at her, Helen was done explaining herself and pouted as she turned away.

"Fine, I'll quit pulling your leg now." Frank sat beside her and pulled her into his arms, smiling. "We can stay in a room, but I'm a man of integrity-I'll properly marry you once I really settle down. There's no rush, right?" Helen was touched. by the sincerity in his eyes, her lips puckering like an innocent maiden's. "And when would that be?" "When indeed..." Even as he held Helen's, Frank's gaze turned distant.

To be honest, he had no idea.

After all, most people could hardly imagine the challenges he faced-finding his mother's murderer, the faction that masterminded the fall of Mystic Sky Sect, and the truth that his own father had been hiding from him.

It was a gloom that kept Frank in stasis, preventing him from actually promising Helen anything.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

In fact, he had no confidence that he could remain unscathed in the future.

And if anything were to happen to Helen, it was on Frank for involving another person and for causing himself further regrets. Having another attachment in his effort to make progress was not really ideal.

"Let's make a promise, Helen!" He smiled nonetheless. "When I establish a sect, that would mean I've settled down. When that happens, I'll do my best to have twenty kids with you." S Helen flushed right then. "No way! What am I, a sow?!" "Hahaha..." Frank laughed heartily but kept the next part unsaid since he did not want Helen to jump to her feet.

"If I die, you must forget aboutand find someone else who really cares about you, and lead a good life." His smile turned bitter, because he could vaguely feel it.

There was almost no way he could get revenge, not when it was the behemoth that the Lord of the el ne Southern Woods-his father could not even hope to challenge. S Moreover, he was just drifting around like a headless housefly, not even knowing who his real enemy was.

After spending the entire night training, Frank opened his eyes early the next day.

He turned, watching in exasperation and regret at the woman whoday woman beside him, breathing rhythmically as she slept.

He was no saint, and the night had been grueling.

A man and a woman in a single room? And a defenseless, beautiful woman like Helen, who somehow looked like she was looking forward to something? No average Joe could have withstood the temptation, whiche was why Frank fled the hotel early in the morning, running over thirty laps and took a cold bath to finally calm .