The Billionaire's Maid Bride novel Chapter 455

Frances' bedroom was massive, with just the bedroom alone nearly 100 square feet, including a gigantic rotating bookshelf. Daisy, looking at the books on the shelf, asked, "Have you read all these books?"

"Yep, read them all." Frances had been lying in bed for a long time, barely going out and occasionally heading to the garden for some fresh air. Most of his time was spent reading.

He got off the bed, picked up his cane and walked slowly towards Daisy, "If you like, you can take one."

Daisy suddenly heard a voice from behind her. She turned around to see Frances standing behind her, which startled her. The book in her hand fell to the floor. Frances bent down to pick it up, and his fingers touched Daisy's. Her fingers were soft, and she seemed to have a faint smell of fruity sweetness, maybe like orange candy.

Very sweet and pleasant.

Frances was also surprised by this sudden sensation.

"I got it. I'll pick it up." Daisy's cheeks were a bit pink. The man's fingers were a bit cold. His fingertips were cold, even under the blankets. He must be really sick. With this thought, she felt a slight pain in her heart.

"I'll just borrow one. I read really fast, and I can return it to you tomorrow." Daisy said quickly.

After saying this, she suddenly thought that she would have to return the book tomorrow. Would this make him think she just wanted to come here on purpose? She was about to explain when she saw Frances smiling gently, "Alright, Miss Daisy. See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow. And, you don't have to call me Miss Daisy. Just call me Daisy." Daisy said.

"Daisy." Frances said.

"Mm-hmm, that's what my family calls me." Daisy said.

"Alright, Daisy. See you tomorrow." Frances replied.

As Daisy left the bedroom, she seemed to be in a good mood. Even John seemed nicer. As she went downstairs, John's gaze followed her, becoming more and more complicated. John knocked on the bedroom door, and after getting permission, he entered, seeing Frances standing in front of the bookshelf with his cane.