Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 645 I’m Wholeheartedly Willing

"Forget it? You think that you aren't a good match for me, so you're treating my feelings this way,

right?" Frank forced himself to swallow his anger as he growled, "Raquella, do you know how deep my

feelings are for you?"

However, Raquella did not wish to continue the conversation any longer. Now, her mind was in turmoil

and she was unable to think of any answer. "All right, let's save this conversation for next time."

Frank could only let out a helpless sigh at the sight of her frantic expression. "Okay, I won't ask you

anything before you can accept the answer. I hope that you can really think about it carefully."

She nodded, feeling a trace of guilt inexplicably well up in her heart as she looked at his look of

disappointment. However, at this point in time, things would only continue to go further downhill the

more they spoke about it.

In the end, the two ended their talk in an awkward atmosphere. They weren't particularly giving each

other the cold shoulder, but as Frank's enthusiasm seemed to have quelled, Raquella didn't go out of

her way to spark a conversation with him either.

Upon returning to her room, she suddenly began to feel an ache in her throat and a wave of nausea.

Hence, she planned to take a short rest on the bed, but she unexpectedly drifted off to sleep instead.

In her dreams, she felt a strange sensation, as if a ball of fire was burning in her chest. Wishing to put

out this fire, she frantically ran all over the place to look for a source of water, but her efforts were futile.

In the end, just as she was frantically tearing at her clothes, a hand suddenly grabbed hers and pulled

her into an embrace. "Don't be scared."

Raquella shook her head as she desperately attempted to break free, but the hand held onto her so

tightly that she was unable to put up a fight. At last, she startled awake from her dream only to see

Frank sitting next to her and holding her in his arms without budging an inch.

"Frank…" She opened her mouth, only to find that her throat was achingly sore, making it arduous to

utter even a single word.

"If I'm not wrong, you've probably tested positive. Since you're not feeling well, take a good rest and

stop imagining things."

He pulled out a sheet of tissue and began to wipe the cold sweat off her forehead.

Instantly, Raquella panicked, and she looked at him frantically as if silently reprimanding him for his

recklessness.

"It's all right. You don't have to worry about me."

As Frank looked at her, his gaze gradually softened. "It's fine if I get infected as long as I can take care

of you."

At his words, Raquella squeezed the words out of her throat in a hoarse voice, saying, "I… I don't want

you to take care of me. Hurry up and leave before you get infected too…"

Even so, Frank insisted obstinately, "What's the problem with taking care of you? I already said that I

don't care about getting infected, so what are you worried about?"

Raquella immediately lost her temper and mustered all her strength to shove him away from her. "Do

you think that getting infected with this is a joke?"

He was infuriated by her actions, but as she was currently a patient, he couldn't pick a fight with her

either, nor could he simply leave her behind and abandon her.

Hence, he softened his tone to the best of his abilities and said, "I know that you're worried about my

safety, but two people in your family have already been infected. If I don't take care of the two of you,

who will? You don't have to worry. I'll be extremely careful. Besides, I've always been healthy, so it's

fine even if I get infected."

Tears rolled down her face uncontrollably. She knew that Frank was doing this for her own good, but

she just couldn't bring herself to accept his kindness.

In the end, she could only say helplessly, "Thank you."

"No need to thank me." He pulled her into his embrace once more and caressed her hair. "If you really

want to thank me, you can use your body to do so."

Hearing that caused Raquella's face to instantly freeze.

"All right, you're a patient now, so I'll stop joking around with you."

With that, Frank rested his chin on her hair and mumbled, "I hope you'll get better soon."

…

On the other hand, Yelena had never expected that Federick would successfully locate her. As she

looked at him panting for breath yet sporting an icy expression before her, she turned silent from fear.

"Why are you in a place like this? What is this place?"

Her head lowered and afraid to speak, Yelena replied in a small voice, "Shouldn't I be asking you how

you found me?"

"Yelena!"

"Yes!"

"Why on earth are you here?"

Federick was nearly about to lose his mind from the senseless woman before him. Who would leave

with a man they didn't know without understanding the situation clearly and not even knowing where

they were headed to?

Yelena took a few steps back in her best attempt to keep a safe distance from him. "A stranger said

that he wants to talk to me about something, so I followed him here."

"Which stranger? What is his name? Where is he now?"

She turned a little awkward at his onslaught of questions. "He's called Slevin Damazio, but I don't know

where he is either."

"Slevin Damazio?" At the sound of the familiar surname, Federick's expression immediately darkened.

"It's related to Hank, right?"

Yelena, who failed to sense that something was amiss in his tone, bobbed her head. "Yeah. He said

that he knows something about Hank, so I followed him here. In fact, he did tell me many things, and

I've come to understand quite a lot, too."

Federick gritted out bluntly, "Why do you think that everything he says is definitely the truth?"

She was caught off guard by the overwhelming hostility in his voice. "I think that he's telling the truth. I

don't know why either; it's just instinct."

He scoffed derisively. "Let me guess. Did he tell you that Hank's life is in danger and he doesn't want to

hold you back, so he came up with an excuse to deceive you?"

Yelena jolted in surprise. "How did you know that?"

"Isn't this exactly what you want to hear right now?"

She froze. "I…"

"Yelena, can you wake up? He already abandoned you for another woman, so why are you still

refusing to let go of him? Is he really that much of a good man for you to be so hung up over him?

Yelena, oh, Yelena. What should I say to you? Which part about him did you fall for? Do you have to

hold onto him when there are so many good men in the world?"

Yelena burst into tears at the spew of berating words. "I-I didn't mean it like that…"

"Why are you crying? What is there to cry for?"

At first, she did not particularly have the urge to sob, but her tears began to flow down uncontrollably at

his mocking tone.

"Why are you so angry, Federick?"

Federick took a deep breath. At last, he couldn't hold himself back anymore. "Because I like you. Can't

you tell?"