Female Novel
Chatper 517
Frank then touched himself and realized that he was naked, just like Aria was under the blanket.
"What the hell? Did I..." He rubbed his forehead as he tried his best to remember, but he could only
remember that he was drunk even as he taught Burt martial arts and left the bar with him. and nothing
else.
"Frank." Aria stirred just then, holding the blanket to herself as she stared at him vulnerably.
She only said his name and nothing else, and the look in her eyes made it look as if his animal sidenovelbin
took over and forced himself on her.
Frank only felt frustrated, just as he could not help suspecting that he really went out of line.
But why could he not remember anything?
On the other hand, Aria could see that he was thinking and quickly continued her helpless act. "It's
alright, Frank. I was willing, and I'll talk to Winter myself. You don't have to take responsibility."
Frank looked her in the eye and breathed a long sigh before turning his back to her awkwardly. "Don't
worry—I'll take responsibility for my actions and talk to Winter. I'm not scum. You could move into
Skywater Bay if you want too. There are plenty of rooms over there."
"Yeah!" Aria threw her arms around him and kissed his neck, only leaving Frank further awkward.
After breakfast, he drove Aria to campus.
On the way back, he began thinking about what happened last night and called Burt.
"What?" Burt exclaimed in surprise. "Aria was supposed to drive you home last night. Are you saying
she didn't?"
"Oh, uh, never mind," Frank said and hung up, sitting in his car while aching with regret.
Helen's words had hurt him thoroughly yesterday to the point that he wanted to drink away his sorrows.
And once he did, things went out of control.
"What a mess." He sighed lengthily again, but he decided against hiding anything.
He and Helen were way past making amends now, and Vicky was engaged anyway. There was no
issue for him to be with Aria, even though there was an uncomfortable sensation stuck in his heart.
Because he felt nothing for Aria.
Returning to his mansion in Skywater Bay, Frank stepped through the front door to find Carol cleaning
the drawing room.
"Where have you been, Mr. Lawrence? Were you in danger?"
Carol was really worried for Frank since he was gone the entire night, especially after what happened
before.
"Nothing. Just a little busy," he replied vaguely, and returned to his room.
He was getting tired with one annoyance piling up with another.
Hence, he cleared his mind and started to train without a sense of time.
When he was done, his phone rang.
"Frank Lawrence, I hope you can attend my grandfather's funeral tomorrow."
It turned out to be Helen, but her voice was as cold as a machine.
"I will."