After washing the dishes, Ava walked out of the kitchen, but was pulled over by a figure standing by the door. He turned around and pressed her against the wall. The handsome face approached, "You can still change your mind now."
He gave her another choice, and if she was really so reluctant, he would not force her.
His lips, of moderate thickness, were less than five centimeters away from her. Her heart could not help but beat thumping. Her nose was filled with his scent. "If you agree, then it's fine."
Franklin let go of her hand and stood up straight, his dark grey eyes fixed on her face, while Ava looked back at him without showing any weakness. He looked away, turned his back to her and said, "You need to go to bed early."
He haven't heard any rumors about Tristan, but he didn't expect that he hadn't given up on Ava.
He clenched his fists slightly, feeling very unhappy.
