Rebecca glared at him, her eyes rimmed with red, tears swirling in them: "Now I only have you, Frank. You're the only one who treats me well. If you fall for Joanna too, I'll have nothing left."
"Tell me, have you fallen for her too?"
"I haven't." Although Frank Parker had started to doubt her, seeing her cry threw his heart into a panic, and he hurried to explain, "Rebecca, don't cry anymore. Alright, I promise you, I'll agree to anything you want."
He reached out with his hand, embracing Rebecca once more, soothing her softly, "Just tell me how you want things to be, and I'll do it. Don't cry any more, and don't be angry any more. We can't rush matters concerning Jeremy. Let's take our time to plan."
Rebecca leaned against his chest, inhaling the faint scent of musk and amber emanating from him. Gradually, a faint smile appeared on her lips.
She knew it.
Frank Parker couldn't possibly refuse her.
This man loves her.
