"No, I like you."
Frank said stubbornly. He would only marry Michelle in his life.
Michelle had no choice. She could tell his expression from the voice, "Frank, I don't know how to tell
you. Maybe I can't let myself go. Please give me some time."
She had seen how good Frank was, but liking him was different from being a girlfriend. But Michelle
was afraid that she would irritate him if she refused him at this time, so she had to say it
euphemistically.
Fortunately, Frank didn't continue to pester her, or she really couldn't stand it.
There was no taste in the meal. Michelle went upstairs alone after the meal. She needed time to think
about it, and more time to forget Scott, completely forget him.
After getting along with Frank for such a long time, Michelle knew what kind of person he was. She had
to admit that he was a good man.
Night gradually swept over, and Michelle was still sitting on the sofa in a daze. For her, day and night
were no different. Her phone would broadcast voice at every time, reminding her to know whether it
was night or day.
Two years had passed, and it seemed to have become an indispensable habit of her life.
In the dark night, Scott stood in front of the French window and looked down at the city.
"Go and check in for a long time for me." At this time, the assistant came back with a take out. Just as
the assistant put the things in his hands on the tea table, he heard the cold voice of Scott.
"Mr. Scott, why do you suddenly plan to live in A City for so long? I remembered that you don't like this
city all the time? " The assistant asked in confusion. In fact, he knew what had happened today. But he
didn't dare to mention it, fearing that it would touch the heart of Scott.
But he couldn't abandon the head company in C City for the sake of his private affairs. The company
couldn't be alive without a boss.
"I asked you to go, just go. When did you have so much nonsense?" Scott looked at his assistant
angrily and warned.
"Yes, I'll do it right away." The assistant realized that he had said something wrong, so he nodded and
left the room quickly.
After he left, Scott was still standing in front of the French window, wondering what Michelle was doing
at the moment.
In the middle of the night, Michelle vaguely heard the footsteps coming from the corridor. Knowing that
something had happened, she immediately got up from the bed. She opened the door and listened to
the sound outside.
"What happened?" Coincidentally, someone passed by, and Michelle seized the opportunity to ask him.
"It's Mr. Frank. He..."
However, before he could finish his words, Michelle asked him to help her to Frank's room. The room
between the two was only a few steps away. Michelle soon arrived at Frank's room.
"What happened?" She asked the servant.
"Mr. Frank has a stomachache."
"Stomachache?" Michelle couldn't believe it, she didn't know Frank had stomach illness for so many
years.
Thinking of this, she hurriedly sat on the edge of the bed and said, "Frank, don't be in danger." She
said with fear, for fear that Frank's stomach illness would be very serious.
Frank was awake at this time. At least he had a stomachache that made him unable to fall asleep.
Seeing Michelle's anxiety, he only felt warm in his heart.
"I'm fine."
It was a chronic disease. So I couldn't starve or eat cold or hard food. Normally, I should eat more light
food to digest. Michelle knew these common sense.
If she had known that Frank had stomach illness, she would not have asked the servants to put pepper
in the cooking. Frank knew her preferences, so he accompanied her to eat every meal, even if his body
could not bear it.
It was not as simple as one or two times, but this time it was more serious than before.
Fortunately, Frank was much better after taking the medicine. After they left, Michelle didn't want to
leave. She stayed by his bed for a whole night, and Frank didn't sleep either.
For the first time in his life, he felt the warmth of being cared.
"Frank, how do you feel?" She felt that the man on the bed moved and knew that he had woken up, so
she asked in a hurry.
"Much better." Frank was touched beyond words. He held her hand and felt extremely cold. At that
moment, his heart ached.
"That's good. What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you." Michelle didn't let go of his hand, but let
him hold it.
Hearing that she was going to cook, Frank was undoubtedly moved, but it was not appropriate for
Michelle to enter the kitchen now. He was worried that something might happen to her inside.
Those knives were all blind. If her fingers were cut accidentally, he would be heartbroken.
"I'm fine. I'm experienced in cooking. I won't cut it." Michelle knew what he was worried about, so she
tried to comfort him, but Frank didn't let go of her hand.
"No, you'd better stay with me. As for cooking, you have plenty of time in the future. " In fact, Frank
really wanted to eat the food cooked by Michelle. In his eyes, nowadays, there were very few women
who knew how to cook.
It was really lucky for him to know her.
At that time, he even wanted to kill her together with Zoy. Now when he thought back, he should really
kill himself first.
Michelle sat on the edge of the bed obediently. She knew that if she really went to the kitchen, it might
be someone who helped her.
The moment he held her hand, Frank felt as if he had the whole world. He was willing to give up his
position as the leader of the gangs.
Many people in the gang began to object. They said that he had ruined his bright future for a woman,
but he really didn't care at all. There were many kinds of men's career, but different professions.
He believed that if Michelle really liked him, she would not care about his background. He knew that
she was not a woman who valued money.
Maybe even he didn't expect that he would have a crush on her. He still remembered the car accident
two years ago. When he saw her lying in the blood, his heart was so painful that he could hardly
breathe.
She was so thin, helpless and pitiful in the blood. The tears at the corners of her eyes proved that she
had cried. God knew what had happened to make such a beautiful woman cry like this.
He sent her to the hospital out of kindness, but when he knew that she was blind, his heart was also
painful. For a woman, she had lost too many beautiful things in the future.
He was attracted by her strong. At least, after she knew that she was blind, she did not give up, but
chose to live a strong life. Unlike other women, she wouldn't give up herself and live in depression all
day long. She wouldn't commit suicide or go on hunger strike.
She had said that no matter how people change, life would still go on. It was just that in the future,
everyone would live in a different way and attitude. In people's whole life, there was only pain in their
lives. Escape was not a solution, only to slowly walk.
"Miss. Michelle, breakfast is ready. Would you like to come down and have breakfast?"
A servant's voice came from outside. Michelle was about to speak, but was snatched away by Frank.
"Send it to my room."
"Yes, sir."
After the servant left, she pushed the dining trolley in a short while. Smelling the delicious smell of rice,
Frank took a look at the dishes on the table and lost his appetite, because he knew that these were not
all Michelle's favorite.
"Take it down. I don't want to eat it." Frank said crossly.
Michelle smiled, and then asked someone to bring a bowl of porridge, which she specially ordered the
kitchen to cook last night. To be honest, she hadn't had such good porridge for a long time. It was good
for stomach.
"Let's eat. I think it's delicious."
While talking, Michelle had already started to eat. Fortunately, the bowl was thermal, and it wouldn't be
too hot even if she was holding it. Seeing that she was eating with relish, Frank also began to eat.
The breakfast was over. He asked her to go back to her room to sleep, but Michelle was stubborn and
refused to leave.
In the end, Frank had no choice but to let her stay here.
After the doctor came here to see Frank's condition, he specially handed the medicine to Michelle.
"Mr. Frank will feel better if he eats something sweet when he has a stomachache. Miss. Michelle,
please be more careful. Mr. Frank has a serious stomachache. You must remember that. " Before the
doctor left, he didn't forget to give some instructions. The doctor was an old doctor of the Zhou family.
Judging from his voice, he should be in his fifties.
Michelle nodded seriously and carefully put the medicine bag in the drawer of the bedside table.
Frank looked at her and couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at?"
Michelle had sensitive ears, so she could hear. She put the things back to their original position. There
was a big smile on her face when she spoke.
"Michelle, do you want to cure your eyes?"
Michelle was obviously stunned, but then she shook her head with a smile. In fact, she had been used
to blind life. She was really worried that one day her eyes would not be able to adapt to the colorful
world outside.
At least, in the darkness, she could see the world belonging to her, and no one else could get involved.
To be honest, over the years, Frank had hired many eye doctors for her, but the final result was not
satisfactory. At that time, if it weren't for her sake, Frank would have killed those quacks.
Frank was confused by her answer. Didn't she want her eyes to see the light again?
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