Chapter 17

Frank's breathing was irregular, but he forced himself to stay calm. "Lea, there was something off with the wine." Upon hearing this, Lea was speechless. This wasn't the time to talk about wine! She swallowed and felt the burning sensation trailed down her throat. Narrowing her eyes, she whispered, "Frank, I don't feel good. Help me, please." However, he looked down at her from above, his eyes flashing with an unreadable emotion. His lips pressed into a thin line as he asked, "Lea, did you plan for me to come here tonight?" Lea's face instantly turned pale, and her body froze. "Frank, what are you saying?" Frank took a deep breath. He didn't understand himself right now. All he knew was that ever since Emma left, there had been an agonizing emptiness in his chest. He averted his gaze and stood up, picking up the scattered clothes from the floor and then handing them to her. But she refused to give up. She ran over and wrapped her arms around him from behind. "Since we love each