Sara took a deep breath, calming herself down, then nodded obediently. “Understood, Charles. It’s too late, and you should take some rest. I’m sorry for worrying you tonight.”
If he couldn’t hear her inner thoughts, even Frank might have been fooled by her good-girl act.
'What if Frank decides I’m a scheming woman and strangles me in my sleep? No way! I’m locking the door tonight and putting a mousetrap in front of it. If he dares make a move, I’ll catch him!'
Alright, Frank admitted. In Sara’s mind, his image wasn’t great either.
After Charles left, Sara darted into her room without sparing Frank so much as a glance.
Watching her retreating figure, Frank felt a moment of inexplicable turmoil.
He was growing increasingly confused about himself. Sara had done so many absurd things, ye
