NovelEnglishFrank's bluntness left Frida rolling her eyes, speechless. "Could you be more patient? Ms. Turnbull can't see you for now, so stay here for a few days. Once the time is right, I'll take you to her." "Then tell me what the deal is with the Turnbulls." Frank snorted in dissatisfaction. "Or am | supposed to just wait here forever?" "Being impatient doesn't help, and things are still opaque right now." Frida shrugged. "Knowing too much doesn't do you any favors, so I'm begging you now to just trust Ms. Turnbull and be patient, please?" Frank nodded begrudgingly since Frida was going that far.
And since he was already in Morhen anyway, he would just have to visit the Turnbulls directly if there really was trouble.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Urgh." Frida sighed as Frank finally played along and said quietly. "Now that we have an agreement, you should do as | say— wait here, and I'll contact you if anything comes up." With that, she leapt into her car and left—she had sneaked out in the first place and needed a proper excuse for being gone for two days, and she could not afford to drag her feet either.
"Come on in, Mr. Lawrence. It must've been a long journey—would you like some tea?" Nash asked, pushing a cup toward Frank.
"Thank you." Frank took the cup, nodding. "I'd have to impose for a few days, Nash." "Oh, it's nothing." Nash smiled. "Ms. Turnbull saved my life and has been endlessly gracious to me. It's always an honor to repay that favor." "Really? Vicky saved your life?" Frank was actually curious.
"Oh, it's no big deal.” Nash shook his head and smiled. "There was this landslide, but Ms. Turnbull had gone the extra mile even for a retainer like me. I'll never forget that." "I'm surprised Vicky is that affable.” Frank smiled in turn.
"It's only natural.” Nash nodded proudly. "I basically raised that girl. She's perfect in every way— personality, virtue, and appearance. There's only a handful of people who would compare across all of Draconia, though | must say that she gets a little headstrong at times." "Headstrong.?" Frank could not help chuckling as he remembered Vicky's sly grin. "You mean sinister.” "Haha! | guess she's teased you plenty too, huh?" Nash laughed heartily and soon smacked his thigh.
"Oh, apologies, Mr. Lawrence. Silly me, you must've been traveling for a day, so you wouldn't have had a proper meal, yes? Just wait a moment—I'll start cooking right away."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWith that, Nash tied an apron around himself and strode into the kitchen going to work right then like a proper holsehusband. Frank looked outside to see a bright moon overhead—it was already very late, and the moon was already overhead.
He then looked around the three-floored cottage.
Though the furnishing was not particularly grand, there was everything one would need in here and it carried the warmth of a humble home. "Hey, who are you? Who let you in here?" a voice asked behind Frank just then.
Frank turned to see a girl standing there, staring at him disinterestedly.
She wore a denim miniskirt and appeared a few years short of twenty.And though she had a pretty Sod rer makeup was especially thick.
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