"Where are you going?" Franklin pulled Lucille into his arms. His pajamas were loose, and his strong muscles were glued to Lucille's hips.
"I, I..."
Lucille felt the man's breath with the hot air in the bathroom behind her ears. His breathing was heavy, and she was a little speechless for a while.
"I've helped you so much today. Don't you want to thank me?" Franklin turned the woman around and yanked the bath towel from her hand with force...
He restored the woman to what she looked like when he came in.
"Thank you, thank you..." Lucille certainly knew what he meant. Her hot face was redder than the time when she had the allergic reaction. "I will go out and wait for you."
"I want to do it here."
As soon as the man's voice fell, he took Lucille in his arms and walked into the shower. Hot water flowed over their bodies in an instant.
The shower area became their 'battle field'.
Early the next morning.
Lucille got up early as usual, and Marie was in the kitchen whisking eggs. When she saw Lucille coming down, she quickly said, "Good morning, Miss Lucille."
"Marie, let me make breakfast."
Although Franklin found a servant for Lucille, he had always asked Lucille to prepare breakfast for him.
"No, it's my duty. How can I let you cook, Miss Lucille?"
"No, Mr. Moore probably likes my cooking," Lucille said, and she was a little shy.
Marie thought this was a gesture of love between them. She gave in and said, "Then I'll help you. Just tell me what you need."
"Okay." Lucille agreed as she took out the tableware and ordered, "You can help me whisk four eggs."
Marie added while she helped, "Miss Lucille, I've always heard from Madam Alma and Miss Natasha that Mr. Moore is a playboy. He has been with many women. Hence, he must have treated you poorly. At that time, I was extremely worried about you, but I saw his reaction yesterday, and I know that there are some things that you really have to see with your own eyes."
The day before, although Franklin was not very enthusiastic about Lucille, he was surely interested in her.
Marie was finally assured.
"Well, he is very kind to me," Lucille answered, with a faint smile on her face.
She was very satisfied with their current relationship.
"What did you say about me?"
Franklin also came down when breakfast was ready. He wore a light-colored suit, his hair was combed neatly, and there was a faint smile at the corners of his mouth. He looked handsome and charming.
"It's nothing. Breakfast is ready." Lucille quickly divided the breakfast and did not forget to prepare a portion for Marie.
During breakfast, Lucille claimed, "Mr. Moore, I've recently applied to become a research student of a professor at the University of Arts. The professor asked me to go to his office this afternoon and said that he wanted to talk to me. I should be back before dinner."
"Go ahead." Franklin did not care about these things.
"Okay."
"However." Just after he agreed, Franklin paused and continued, "Don't call me Mr. Moore. Don't you feel uncomfortable? Come on, call me hubby."
The man looked at her with his excited eyes. At that moment, he actually looked forward to it.
"I am used to calling you that..." In fact, Lucille had wanted to call him 'hubby' for a long time, but she was a little shy when he suddenly requested for her to address him as that.
"Not doing that? Then, I'll think about where to do it tonight. I think the French window is..."
"Hubby!"
Without waiting for Franklin to finish his words, Lucille shouted quickly.
The only problem was that her voice was a little soft.
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