Then she was frank, confessing so smoothly: "What I said was, Franklin, I will love you well in this life."

"No more?"

"No more."

He stifled, stunned for a few seconds, raised his head and there was nothing to move, only seriousness: "Christine, for me, you must protect yourself."

Christine black eyes sunken, she saw the man's Adam's apple rolled down, and his shirt collar was ripped open by her, sexy and unrestrained.

His face was shrouded in light, setting off the entire person in a kind of shadowy unpredictability.

When he spoke, he was serious. The silver ring on his left hand was overflowing with shadowy stars, piercing Christine's eyes.

She stared dumbly at Franklin, pursed her lips, and sidled closer to him, whispering in his ear, "Mr. Brook, don't you think you're so domineering and arrogant?"

She bent down and all soft bones were leaning on the man's bosom. The corner of her lips slightly raised.

Franklin pressed her ankle. Her long eyelashes sweeping his heart, and he raised his eyebrows, "I could be even more domineering and arrogant, does Mrs. Brook want to try?"

She had been teased again.