Christine glared, puffed up her cheeks, and said, "Franklin, I'm not going!"

"Got courage?" Franklin picked her out of the nest, then watched her cringing and saying with a stiff expression.

"Honey, can I refuse to make the choice?"

Christine had learned how to be coquettish, abrasive and flirtatious, and she behaved them all in the face of Franklin.

But Franklin did not indulge this girl, but darkened his face and said coldly, "If you don't get up, I'll take it for granted that you choose both. Eat me after dinner."

On hearing this, Christine, pitiful on the surface but extremely panicked inside. She chirped and crawled out of bed and bargained again, "Then honey, I want you to cook me dinner with your own hands."

"You are getting more!" Franklin's tone sounded frustrated and a bit gnarled.

It was now eight o'clock.

The maids at Brook's Villa weren't always there. Most of them would leave after they finished their own share of work.

When Franklin went downstairs to go through the refrigerator only to find it empty of ingredients and Mrs. Miller was home to deal with something tonight.

"I'll take you out shopping."