NovelEnglishChapter 325
This was the first tFrank showed such an expression.
It was hard to say if it was nervousness, excitement, or anxiety...
In any case, it was completely different from his usual rebellious demeanor.
At that moment, it felt as if | saw a glimpse of the old Ryan in him.
Suddenly, | beceven more composed, almost cold-hearted, suppressing all the emotions that almost burst
forth, and turned decisively.
"Yeah, go on."
Before Frank could hang up the phone, he stepped forward, wrappedin his arms with one hand, and no
matter how much | struggled, he heldtightly.
On the other end of the line, there were a few more words exchanged. He then said calmly, "Be more careful and
don't let anyone lead you astray. I'll cover after | finish comforting someone."
With that, he ended the call, shoved his phone into his pocket, and squeezed my face with his large hand,
deforming it. He looked atwith a hint of grievance. "Why are you running away? Didn't you hear what! just
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"Letgo."
"Ahem." Perhaps my expression, with him pinching my cheeks, looked somewhat comical. He chuckled and,
ignoring me, pinched my cheeks again. "Answerfirst. If I'm satisfied with your answer, then I'll let go."
| slapped his hand away, forcing him to release me, then gently pressed my lips together, suppressing the
bitterness. "Frank... Mr. Smith, I'm not like you. | don't want to play games, and | can't afford to." "Play games?"
Frank's expression changed slightly, and he clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction. "Do you think I'm just playing
around with you?"
"Isn't that so?"
Snowflakes were falling softly. | shivered and hunched my shoulders. "Just like you said, if there's no news about
Miss Shaw in the next two days, you won't wait anymore. But there's news now, right? Yet you're still asking me
the squestions. Do you think I'm the backup, or is she?"
In this context, the backup was obviously me.
These past few days, both my grandmother and Megan have said a lot to me, and | almost took it seriously. But
at that moment, with clarity, | looked at the arrogant man before me.
With his conditions, countless wealthy and beautiful young women would flock to him. It wouldn't be my turn
even in 100 years.
The gap between us is even greater than it was with Ryan.
Frank, smelling of alcohol but with an exceptionally clear gaze, pulled at his lips and spoke with his usual
indifference, "Do you think I'm Ryan?"
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Chapter 325
"I don't know."
It was too cold. | sniffled, tightened my down coat, and kicked a pebble, speaking softly, "I only know that you're
a man and you also have a dream girl."
| was just a substitute.
Above me, Frank fell silent for a moment. Then, he smiled dismissively and said, "Is it possible that | prefer
someone from reality?"
| paused, instinctively looking up. "Huh?"
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"Oh my god." He flicked my forehead, shoved the night snack into my hand, and said, "I can't promise much, but
Charlotte, | am definitely not Ryan. Alright, go inside.
"I don't need your promises."
| heard too many promises.
I no longer believed in such intangible and unreal things.
A promise might be sincere at the moment it was made, just like a fruit that was ripe and sweet the instant it
fell.
But over time, maybe just a few days, rain and sunshine could make it rot and stink.
The next day was New Year's Eve.
The Shaw family's residence was filled with festive cheer, decorations hanging high and various paper cuttings
on the windows. The housekeeper was busy directing servants to decorate the house.
It was very lively and celebratory.
As soon as | cdownstairs, Madam Shaw, in high spirits, waved at me. "Charlotte, cquick. Have some
roast chicken." Madam Shaw treatedvery well. Sometimes, | couldn't help but be in a daze.
It felt as if | had a grandmother of my own.
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