Chapter 234
Chapter 234
Sylvia wasn't injured, but she wondered why she had fallen as the carpets were everywhere. She
almost rolled down the stairs. If she hadn't reacted quickly, she would have either been killed
immediately or disabled.
Lilian looked worried. "I'm sorry, Miss Andrews. It's my fault. If something happened to you, I would feel NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.
extremely guilty."
She kept blaming herself and felt upset, looking pitiful, as if she would shed tears the next second.
Sylvia was the victim, but Lilian seemed to have encountered the accident instead.
Arching her brow, Sylvia said, "I didn't fall. Save your tears till the day I become disabled."
"Miss Andrews, you were awesome just now. Are you a martial artist?" Lilian asked, wiping the tears off
her eye corner.
"Right. Whoever dares to harm me will end up miserably." Sylvia stared at her eyes, and her tone was
cold.
Then she went to the dining room.
Biting her lip, Lilian followed her.
The supper was simple, and Sylvia wasn't picky. She ate some.
When Franklin went downstairs, Lilian hurriedly served another portion. "Master Franklin, have a try. I
prepared it for you deliberately."
"I only eat Sylvia's dishes," Franklin replied expressionlessly.
He wore a black bathrobe. After a shower, he looked seductive and hot with messy hair on his
handsome face.
This was the first time Lilian had seen him look so unruly and sexy. Usually, Franklin wore suits, looking
aloof and self-restrained.
He looked utterly different but still made her heart race.
Lilian blushed.
"Master Franklin, I-I made it as perfect as possible."
"So what?" Franklin ordered leisurely, "Leave."
Lilian gaped at him in disbelief as he sent her away.
"I'm done." Sylvia elegantly wiped her red lips. Lilian's obsessed look upset her slightly.
Without hesitation, she bent over to tighten Franklin's bathrobe and said, "I'm sleepy."
Franklin looked down at her hand on his chest, smiling. "All right. Let's go to bed."
Then he held her hand and left the dining room.
Behind them, Lilian watched them leave, hatred filling her eyes.
"Are you jealous, sweetie?"
"Jealous?" Sylvia snorted, "You'd better not overthink again."
"Why are your ears red?" Franklin pinched her rosy earlobe. "Also, you pulled my bathrobe to cover
me."
"Ha ha... I was just sickened when I saw Lilian drooling at you," Sylvia retorted, pretending to be
careless. "You deliberately revealed your chest, didn't you? If you want to hit on her, you can tell me
bluntly next time. I won't do it again."
The more Sylvia spoke, the weirder she felt.
'What the heck am I talking about?'
She rubbed her forehead.
"Still don't admit it? Jealousy is evident on your face." Franklin couldn't help feeling delighted, wearing
a charming smile.
Sylvia's heart was racing. When she looked up at his bright grin, she was stunned.
When Franklin didn't smile, he looked cold and ruthless. However, whenever he smiled, he was indeed
charming, which she could never resist.
He had the power to make all women in the world obsessed.
Looking at her trembling eyelashes, Franklin bent down his head and pecked her forehead.
He repeatedly kissed her smooth forehead gently and affectionately.
Sylvia held her breath, feeling his kisses trailing down.
Finally, his lips fell on her red lips.
Instead of deepening his kiss, Franklin tenderly pecked them.
When Sylvia opened her eyes, she found Franklin staring at her wholeheartedly. She blushed.
However, she felt awkward under his gaze, wondering why her heart started hammering again.
She cursed inwardly.
Silvia wore a loose nightgown, revealing her tender shoulders under the soft light of the bedroom. She
wanted to straighten it up, but it slid down again.
Franklin pressed her hands and asked hoarsely, "Trying to seduce me, huh?"
Sylvia's cheeks turned rosy, and her eyes were tinged with desire.
His words annoyed her, though.
She glared at him and inwardly blamed her nightgown.
Sylvia was always confident in her self-restraint, but Franklin had repeatedly shattered it. She almost
flared up.
"Seduce you? You've overthought. I'm going to sleep now."
Suddenly, Franklin untied the black belt of his bathrobe, dragged her hand, and pressed it on his chest.
"You wanted to touch me in the dining room earlier, didn't you? Now suit yourself."
Feeling the heat under her palm, Sylvia caressed the outline of his muscles. Her mind was jumbled.
'Franklin is indeed a psycho,' her inner voice screamed.
Sylvia's cheeks became scarlet, but she was unwilling to admit being defeated.
She bit his lips violently.
She sneered and said provocatively, "Mr. Maskelyne, you always like to take control, don't you? Why
did you let me control everything this time?"
Approaching him, she exhaled hot breath seductively on his ear.
Franklin reminded her hoarsely with an evil smile, "You are challenging my tolerance, sweetie."
His eyes glinted in desire, and his body seemed to scream at him to take her.
...
The following morning, sunlight fell onto the king-size bed.
Pushing Franklin's hands away, Sylvia smelt his familiar mint scent.
Shaking her head, she got off the bed and entered the bathroom.
When she left, Franklin snapped open his sharp eyes. Gazing at her back, he smiled.
Once Sylvia entered the bathroom, the door was pushed open from the outside.
Franklin said in a nasal voice, "Why don't you sleep in? I didn't expect you to get up so early."
He sounded seductive.
Sylvia darted at him coldly, blushing. Pretending to be calm, she reminded him, "Please behave
yourself, Mr. Maskelyne. It's still early morning."
She didn't have the mood to argue with him, so she turned on the tap and washed her face.
After straightening themselves up, they went to the dining room together.
Seeing them appear, Lilian could sense that they were very flirtatious.
Incredibly, she noticed Franklin's flirtatious smile. She hadn't seen him so charming before.
Franklin was always serious and cold, but it turned out he was so attractive when smiling.
Lilian wondered what was so good about Sylvia. In her opinion, Sylvia was ugly with only a curvy
shape, and she couldn't compare to blonde women at all.
Sylvia sensed Lilian's weirdness.
Lilian gazed at Franklin with a strong desire for possession, which was much stronger than her
admiration a few days ago.
The butler also noticed Lilian was too close to Franklin, so he unhappily warned her, "Lilian, you haven't
finished your work in the garden yet."
No one except Miss Andrews had the right to be with Master Franklin.
Besides, Franklin would never let another woman be so close to him.
Lilian looked at him reluctantly and believed she was the most suitable woman to stay by his side.
She would never let Sylvia win Franklin's heart.
"Master Franklin," she called him. Franklin glanced at her icily.
Lilian was frozen, feeling like she had fallen into an ice cellar. She couldn't utter a word at all.
Sitting at the dining table, Sylvia elegantly had breakfast.
The sunlight fell through the window, enveloping her.
Lilian stared at her in a daze. All of a sudden, she felt the ugly woman was gorgeous.
Sylvia looked graceful and charming, and her table manner made her look like a princess.
Lilian's gaze swept between Franklin and Sylvia, and a voice in her mind told her they were a perfect
match.
Whether their appearances or temperaments, they looked like each other.
Jealousy and hatred surged in her chest; she had never felt them so strong.
Ignoring Lilian, Franklin pulled Sylvia's plate and pulled his to her.
Despite the leftover sandwich from Sylvia, he took a bite.
He looked natural and delighted. Seemingly he had had her leftover countless times.
Sylvia rolled her eyes at him and said crossly, "I've eaten half of the sandwich."
"I love sharing food with you." A smile touched Franklin's lips.
Sylvia darted at him and then checked on Lilian. Franklin was a charming man with an excellent
temperament, so she wasn't surprised that girls in other countries would fall for him.
She clicked her tongue. Franklin was indeed heartless.
The jealousy and hatred in Lilian's heart increased. Lilian wondered why Sylvia was looking at her and
if Sylvia was showing off or mocking her.
Inwardly, Lilian cursed her.