Sylvia silently watched Jenna’s pale little face. She stood there for a long time before slowly walking to Jenna’s bedside. She sat down and instinctively held the girl’s cold hand.
If you really are my sister…
Then I am truly an unworthy sister.
Sylvia felt a sharp sting in her nose. She took a deep breath, then looked back at Jenna. “Did you cough up blood again today?”
“I did,” Jenna replied, her eyes filled with sorrow.
Mrs. Wright sighed as she looked at them both. “Sylvia, none of these matches are suitable? After testing so many people… and even the blood bank samples don’t work?”
Weren’t there supposed to be hundreds of thousands, even millions of samples in the blood bank?
None of them work?
Where in this vast sea of people can we find a perfect match?
She felt deeply distressed.
“Some of the matching results haven’t come out yet. Don’t worry, let’s wait a couple more days.” Sylvia’s red lips moved slightly as she spoke weakly, offering words of comfort that she herself didn’t believe. She couldn’t tell them that her own match with Jenna was possible.
Because she had the Love Parasite in her body.
She couldn’t guarantee that the Love Parasite wouldn’t transfer to Jenna’s body.
Even though she could be a match, she couldn’t save her because of the Love Parasite.
Sylvia felt an overwhelming sadness.
But she couldn’t show it because she knew the Wright family had pinned their hopes on her.
She couldn’t afford to be sad; she had to be more optimistic and strong than anyone else.
She had to cure Jenna!
Her chest tightened as all her emotions accumulated like a flood. Sylvia unconsciously gripped Jenna’s hand tighter, a look of determination flashing in her eyes as if she had made a decision.
The luxurious marble dining table was filled with an array of dishes, occasionally punctuated by the clinking of cutlery against plates.
“Mr. Maskelyne, we will proceed with all actions as you have instructed,” a middle-aged man said cautiously, looking at the young man seated at the head of the table.
The man’s long fingers were interlaced in front of his chest, his deep black eyes exuding natural arrogance and nobility. His thin lips curved slightly, adding a touch of menace to his cold features.
The man appeared to be around thirty years old, but his aura was no less imposing than that of the older man, perhaps even surpassing it.
He was clearly not someone to be trifled with. Despite his slightly restrained kingly demeanor, Ryan remained on high alert.
This time, the President had sent his own son Franklin to oversee the Yraidiff elevated expressway project, which was puzzling.
The Yraidiff expressway encircled the entire capital city and was the largest transportation project in Aettosa’s capital. As the head of the transportation department, Ryan had always overseen such projects.
The potential for profit in such projects was immense.
So why had the President suddenly sent Franklin to oversee it, effectively placing him above Ryan? This made him uncomfortable.
Uncomfortable as he was, Ryan knew better than to show it. He was an old fox and treated Franklin with all the respect and courtesy due to the President’s son, leaving no room for criticism.
Franklin exuded an elegance and nobility that made it hard to look away. He set down his cutlery and gracefully raised his wine glass to clink glasses with Minister Ryan. “From now on… I’ll be relying on your guidance, Minister Ryan.”
“Not at all, everything should follow your lead,” Ryan replied nervously.
Despite his words, Ryan felt a sense of unease and detected something amiss. There was something… strange about this situation.
He discreetly nudged his young, attractive secretary. She immediately understood and stood up gracefully, swaying her seductive figure as she walked toward Franklin. She wore a tight-fitting dress that accentuated her curves.
She stood before Franklin and puffed out her chest slightly. “Mr. Maskelyne-I toast to you.”
Franklin glanced at her, taking in her garish makeup and fake eyelashes that resembled chicken wings. He found it revolting.
His thin lips lifted slightly. “Sorry, we’re having Western food. So let’s skip the toast.”
The secretary awkwardly lowered her wine glass. She had intended to use her charms on Franklin… but he was so cold and unfeeling.
She forced a smile to save face and pouted. “Then cheers.”
Her English pronunciation was terrible.
Franklin couldn’t be bothered with her poor acting skills and resumed cutting his steak.
The secretary nearly cried from embarrassment and wished she could disappear into the floor. Finally, after three minutes, Franklin’s assistant raised his glass and clinked it with hers, giving her a semblance of face.
Suppressing her anger and embarrassment, the secretary returned to her seat.
Ryan was greatly shocked. What man doesn’t love beauty? Does Franklin really not?
Or is he just putting on airs because he’s not familiar with me?
Ryan’s mind was in turmoil. This secretary was his secret weapon-gorgeous and voluptuous, especially with her eye-catching bust.
She was also very open-minded and had a knack for pleasing people, making him a lot of dirty money.
The secretary returned to her seat with no appetite left. Tinley was a well-known socialite; many men had fallen for her charms. How could Mr. Maskelyne not even spare her a glance? Infuriating!
So infuriating!
He looked down on her!
Outrageous!
Everyone harbored their own thoughts.
The difficult meal finally ended. Franklin left the restaurant with his assistant in tow. Jasper was in Middle Evroya; this new assistant was assigned by the President, ostensibly as his subordinate but likely as a spy.
So Franklin treated this assistant indifferently, often acting as if he didn’t exist.
After watching Franklin leave, Ryan’s expression turned serious. His secretary observed his mood and then playfully said, “What should I do?”
“Is he made of stone? Or has my charm faded?”
“Oh dear, it’s so annoying!”
Her coquettish tone made Ryan’s heart flutter. His gloomy expression turned into a lecherous smile as he pinched her waist. “Come on, let’s go to the room so I can see if your charm has really faded.”
Tinley giggled and pushed against his chest. “Oh, you’re so annoying!”
Compared to serving these old men, she would much rather serve someone like Franklin-handsome, cool, and manly.
But cruel reality told her she could only fantasize about Franklin while dealing with the man beside her.
Steamy mist filled the air as white tender feet walked across cold tiles.
A fair-skinned body submerged into a tub filled with hot water.
Her face flushed from the heat, beads of sweat forming on her skin. Droplets slid down her long neck into the water, creating ripples.
After washing away her fatigue, she wrapped herself in a towel and pushed open the bathroom door, only to find Franklin sitting on the edge of the bed. His slightly open collar revealed his tanned collarbone, and his intense eyes narrowed dangerously, revealing his innate possessiveness.
The white towel barely covered Sylvia’s alluring body. Water droplets from her hair slid down to where the towel met her chest, causing her flushed body to rise and fall slightly with each breath.
Sylvia paused and looked at him. “When did you come back?”
Seeing such an enticing sight, Franklin chuckled lowly and pulled her into his arms. The scent of soap filled his nostrils as he ignored Sylvia’s struggles and nibbled on her sensitive neck. “Just got back.”
He hadn’t expected her to return to this villa instead of going back to the Hipps Family.
It was a pleasant surprise for him.
After receiving notification that Sylvia had unlocked the door with her fingerprint at the Presidential Palace, he couldn’t sit still and rushed back immediately.
The natural strength difference between men and women made it impossible for Sylvia to break free from his grip. Her towel slipped off during the struggle, leaving her body almost entirely exposed to the air.
Franklin’s dark eyes grew even darker as he stared at her intently.
“Wife, you’re tempting me to commit a crime.”
His deep voice resonated in her ear as his chest vibrated slightly from laughter behind her.
“I’m not; let go,” Sylvia said hoarsely, frowning slightly.
Seeing her ears turn pink in his arms, Franklin nodded in satisfaction.
“You say you’re not, but your ears are red.” His voice carried a hint of indulgence as he wrapped a blanket around her trembling body and picked up a hairdryer set to a suitable temperature. He gently dried her damp hair strand by strand.
“Don’t move; you’ll catch a cold.”
The rough texture of his hands brushing against her skin as he handled her soft hair created an odd mix of tingling and comfort, like feathers tickling her heart.
The warm air gently blew against her cheeks, making Sylvia nod off due to exhaustion from the day’s events. Feeling deeply sad inside, she didn’t want to go anywhere but wanted to be where Franklin’s scent lingered.
After informing the Hipps Family, she came straight here seeking solace. Only by staying near Franklin could she find peace of mind.
Seeing how obediently she let him handle her hair, Franklin smiled. Once he confirmed it was completely dry, he tucked the drowsy woman into bed before heading toward the bathroom himself.
Through the misty steam, his tall frame appeared indistinct as water droplets ran down his chiseled chest until they disappeared from sight. His sharply defined face looked godlike as he walked steadily toward the bed and embraced the petite woman at its center, inhaling her enticing fragrance deeply.
He gazed at her and murmured softly as if talking to himself, “Are you feeling down? Why?”