My memory rarely goes wrong, but out of caution, I decide to search the entire room again.
To my dismay, I searched the whole room, including under the bed and in the cracks of the bed, I still
did not find my ring.
"What are you looking for?"
Frances stands at the door with Earl in his arms and asks me doubtfully.
That's the proposal ring that Frances gave me. I can't let him know that I accidentally lost it.
Since it was lost in the room, if I spent more time, I would find it.
"Nothing much. I dropped my earring. I'm looking for it casually."
I casually find an excuse, but I don't dare to look at him.
However, I'm not good at lying.
Frances sees through my unnaturalness and walks over with a frown.
"Jane, you know, once you lie, I'll see through it at a glance."
"Who said that? Didn't you believe me before when I said I didn't like you?" I say with a deadpan voice.
Frances smiles and puts Earl, who is already asleep, into the crib. He says to me, "You're wrong. I
knew from the beginning that you loved me."
"Come off it. If you're so sure, why are you so afraid of losing me? Why do you panic the moment I get
a little intimate with other men?"
My words make Frances' expression very unnatural.
I think I've finally managed to change the subject.
I finally let out a long sigh of relief.
No matter what, I couldn't let him know that my ring has been lost now.
The ring is very important. I am afraid that he would be angry with me after he knows that.
I didn't even have a good bath in the hospital. Therefore, I go to the bathroom to take a long bath
before I finally come out satisfied.
Frances sits beside the bed and looks at the baby in the crib with a gentle expression.
"You look like a loving father now."
I tease him as I wipe my hair.
"A loving father? Looks like I can't be too gentle with him in the future. Otherwise, I'm afraid that he
would be very naughty."
Frances jokes with me.
He takes the towel in my hand and gently wipes the droplets of water from my hair.
Then, he takes the hairdryer from the side and helps me blow-dry my hair carefully.
I've fantasized about this scene many times before.
I hope there is someone I love, we have a cute child, living in a small room. He gently helps me blow-
dry my hair, as if taking care of the most precious treasure in the world.
Now, apart from the room being bigger, everything has come true.
I couldn't help but smile sweetly.
"What are you laughing at?" Frances turns off the hairdryer.
"Nothing."
Although I said that, I couldn't stop laughing.
It turns out that I could also have such a happy life.
Frances doesn't ask any further and continues to blow-dry my hair.
After Frances blow-dried my hair, he put down the hairdryer and pressed me on the bed.
"I see. You must be thinking about how you're going to spend the night with me."
He murmurs softly in my ear, and the hot breath coming out of his mouth makes my body go limp with
it.
I blush and shyly say to him, "Nonsense! You are thinking about such shameless things. What does it
have to do with me?"
"Why is it shameful to do the thing we love to do with you?"
Frances raises his head and says seriously to me.
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