"There! Just do it yourself. I'd better cook in the kitchen. Excuse me." Kara stomped her feet, leaving the room.
Frank was stunned to see her. With a stupid look, he turned to the lotion bottle that had just hit his hard muscle.
“Why is she angry? That’s the normal stage to be done after bathing."
Meanwhile, Kara kept mumbling. Even when she arrived in the kitchen, she couldn't stop nagging. “He accused Ben of being a flirt, but he himself was a p*****t. Why is he so disgusting?"
Since that night, Kara had always looked at Frank with suspicion. However, the man was not bothered at all. He still gave orders, thinking that he enjoyed seeing her struggle. In reality, his heart couldn't bear not seeing Kara for even a minute.
On Thursday afternoon, Kara was busy organizing the reports. F
