Chapter 113 Ignore (Part Two)

Without giving them a chance to speak, she quickly lowered her head and sprinted into her room.

If Frank had misunderstood her, then she was in deeper trouble than she had thought.

"Frank..." William tried to explain. "Don't think too much about this. She's just being an idiot that's all, and I..."

"I'll be cleaning the kitchen," Frank cut off as he smiled. But there was something about his smile that made William flinch. "You should head back to the couch. Dinner isn't ready yet."

With that, he turned around and began cleaning up the mess Mary had left. As his back was turned, a trace of cruelty flashed in his gaze, and the grip on his towel tightened.

'I must do something about this, ' he said to himself. 'I need to do something about her.'

After a few minutes, Frank was already done setting the table, but Mary still hadn't come out of her room. Despite her absence, the atmosphere remained cold and strange, one that they weren't used to.

"Mary, it's time for dinner!" William called out, knocking on her door.

"I'm not hungry. You guys should enjoy without me," she called out. "I'll be calling it a night."

He sighed in frustration, giving up knocking again.

"William, we've always wanted some alone time, right? Now that we're finally tog

I'm crazy? Why the hell would I seduce you?" He shrugged.

"Who knows?" She could tell that he had just taken a bath as the rough musky scent of his shampoo overwhelmed her. Mary took a deep breath, taking in his hard gaze and soft lips.

She had been caught off-guard that she didn't notice that his face was getting closer and closer. Naturally, her hands went up to his bathrobe.

A warm feeling surged up his chest, and he moved closer.

Startled, Mary punched him on the sides, trying to keep him away, but that did nothing to his muscled figure. In fact, it might have even amused him more.

With one movement, he slithered his arm around her waist and took a sniff. "I like the smell of curry on you," he whispered.

"Let me go!" she snapped, despite being slightly out of it. She struggled to push him away, glancing warily at the doorframe. "Stop!"

"Don't worry," he said hoarsely. "He's asleep. The man could sleep through an earthquake and he wouldn't even notice."

However, the two of them weren't unaware that the door of the master bedroom had been opened slightly.

Gazing at the loving couple from afar, Frank felt his heart slipping through the pits of his stomach. He shivered in the cold room, feeling as if he had been thrown into ice cellar.