Hank Clegg couldn't help but chuckle lightly.
"I'm not a man from the television," he said, "darling, don't overthink it. In this world, besides you, there's no one who can take my life."
"How could I take your life? What are you talking about?" Victoria definitely wouldn't agree with such words.
"How can't you take my life?" Hank Clegg lay down next to her, their foreheads touching, his voice dropping, "you can even take my soul, my life has long been in your hands."
"Stop it ..." Victoria snuggled against him, burying her face in his chest.
The rain outside was still pitter-pattering lightly, while a different kind of shower was just beginning inside...
That day.
Victoria was still handling the daily affairs of the foundation when an unexpected visitor arrived.
"Fra...Franklin Clegg?"
When he barged into Victoria's office, she was so surprised she didn't know how to address him.
