Franklin paused his steps.

After thinking for a while, he suppressed the ache in his heart and walked toward her.

"Give me your hand."

Christine put her hand in his. Her hand was small, soft, and didn't cover too much of his.

Frank was a neat freak and she was untidy now. He should have stayed away from her hand, but he didn't.

Franklin sank his head and found her face was covered with a small red bruise. His heart was aching for her.

"What if you can behave well every day as what you look like after making mistakes!"

He threw out such words.

Then, Christine plumped out her cheeks and gave him a humph.

In the meantime, Franklin felt that she was trying to retreat her hand from his.

Knowing what she wanted to do, Franklin grabbed her fingers tightly, "You are angry again after several words? Did I say anything wrong?"

"No, how dare I get angry with you! Even if I am angry, I am also angry with that bastard who was trying to defame you. I will beat him with all my strength next time." Christine smashed her fist into the bathtub, splashing the water all over her face and onto Franklin's clothes."