Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 629 Forced Cohabitation

He couldn't understand why Raquella agonized over that, but judging from the look on her face and

what she said, he understood why she looked sad. He cocked his eyebrow and said, "I'll pay for all

your expenses, don't worry."

It was a little cliche, but it did cheer Raquella up a little. "Thanks, but no thanks." Raquella rolled her

eyes after finishing her sentence.

Frank felt that she had lost a bit of her aloof side, and she was a bit more human. She would never roll

her eyes in the past. For some reason, he thought it was cute. "And now I'm forced to stay with you."

Frank sat up straight. "I can pay rent."

Raquella did not like that at all. "You're implying a long-term stay. I hope this will blow over in a few

days."

"Sorry, I don't think that's possible." Frank shook his head. "This is going to go on for a long time."

Raquella was speechless, but she could do nothing as this forced cohabitation life started its course. In

the first few days, she couldn't get used to his lifestyle. He spends the day sleeping only to play games

at night.

Furthermore, he would click away on his keyboard every time he played his game. The soundproof

system of her room sucked. As the sound of the keyboard clicking resonated through the walls, she

couldn't fall asleep. In the end, she got herself some dark circles.

Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore, so she barged into his room late at night. "What are you

doing?" At this rate, my head's going to explode.

Frank was in front of his computer, wearing his pajamas. There was a hint of fury on his face, and it

seemed like he just vented his anger.

Frank turned around and wiped his anger away, replacing it with a look of innocence. "Why are you up?

Oh, sorry, did I keep you up?" He gave her a look that said, 'Sorry, I won't do it again.'

Raquella couldn't possibly scold him when he was putting on this look, so she sighed. "It's late. Keep it

down, and don't stay up all night playing games. It's not good for your body."

Frank looked at her, his eyes clear and innocent. "Are you worried about me?"

Frank looked at her, his eyes clear and innocent. "Are you worried about me?"

"No. I just don't want you to drop dead. It'd be a hassle to settle the aftermath."

And the anticipation was wiped off Frank's face. "Fine. I'll go to sleep." He turned his computer off and

went back to bed.

Good. Raquella stopped nagging and tried to leave, but he suddenly blurted, "I can't sleep."

"Count the stars."

"I'm not OneRepublic."

Raquella looked at him. "What do you want then?"

Frank pulled a book from the nightstand and waved it at her. "I found this storybook in your room. How

about you tell me a bedtime story?"

Raquella's heart skipped a beat. "Where did you find that?" Dammit, how did he even find that? This is

embarrassing.

"It's just a storybook. Everyone reads it. Don't be embarrassed," Frank teased, he noticed her going red

after all. "I think girls who read storybooks are super kind and adorable. You're adorable, so why do you

put on that aloof girl act all the time?" I love the contrast.

"I am not cute." The mention of that word alone evoked some bad memories, and she tensed up. At the

same time, she went ahead, took the storybook, and tossed it into the bin. "Also, I don't like storybooks.

This is just a relic of the past I forgot to throw away."

She turned to look at him again, but the look in her eyes was conflicted. "Goodnight." She left the room

and turned off the lights before that.

Darkness swooped down, but Frank's eyes were wide open. He noticed something was off about

Raquella's reaction. Did she run into something bad?

Raquella woke up the next morning looking pale as a ghost, much to Frank's worry. He thought she ran

into something the night before. "What's wrong?"

"My stomach's acting up." Raquella clutched her belly; she looked even more in pain. "I can't make

breakfast for you today, but there's bread in the fridge, so you'll have to make do with that."

Raquella sat on the sofa, looking like she was in agony. At that moment, Frank picked her up. "You

should worry more about yourself." He was a bit angry that she didn't care about herself. "I won't die

just because I skipped a meal." Thereafter, he took her back to his room.

"What are you doing? I wanna go back to my own room." Raquella struggled for a bit, but he held her

down. "I won't know whether you're safe or not if you hide in your own room. Besides, you'd never

trouble me anyway. What if you were to faint or something?"

Frank thought he should worry more. If Raquella were to hide in her own room, something might

happen to her, and he would have no idea about it.

Raquella was then placed on Frank's bed. As the scent of Frank wafted through her nostrils, she felt at

ease.

"So how did this happen? Any meds to solve your situation?"

Raquella tried to say something, but she shook her head. "I'm fine. I just need a rest."

"What happened?" Frank frowned sternly.

"It's…" It was a hard thing to say, and it took Raquella a long time before she answered, "My period…"

I see. Frank said, "Oh, so that's why. That's good to hear." Reminded of something, he tucked Raquella

in. "Get some rest. I'll be right back."

Raquella tried to say something, but he hurried out of the room. Ten minutes later, she heard footsteps

closing in on the room. However, Frank stopped right outside the door.

Raquella's belly might be killing her, but her hearing was acute. Frank seemed to be on a call, and he

sounded impatient. "No, I am not playing any games. I have some ginger tea to brew. You and your

game can suck it!"

Ginger tea? Raquella felt a surge of emotions creeping up her heart. At that, her heart skipped a beat.