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Chapter 747: Good night, Frank.

Chapter 747: Good night, Frank.

"I want to love you, Frank. Just as much as you love me, or maybe more than that. So, don’t just ask me to recover. It’s not enough. You should demand more, will you?"

For a moment, Dragon could only stare at Hera in a daze. Just a second ago, he was assuming she would ask him to let her go for whatever martyr reason she had in mind. But alas, he didn’t expect to hear all these words from her.

It was in his plan to make her his, to make her do everything he wanted. His plan stretched to the point where she would bark if he asked her to or lick his shoes without questions asked. All he needed was to ask, and she would do it, just like what he was willing to do for her in the past. He should have known that after years of hard work, this situation was inevitable.

But why was he speechless for the first time in a long time after hearing her heart?

Dragon studied the pair of loving eyes, mirroring him. In them, he appeared to be the most important person for her. Although it had a mix of uncertainty about her lifespan, it paled in comparison to her determination to build this life with him.

"If I’m going to demand more, that means you should eat," he replied quietly, slipping his hand from her grip with care. He sported a short smile, nodding at her mildly. "The food isn’t good if it turns cold."

"Mhm," she hummed with a smile, picking up the cutlery to finish her meal. As she did, Dragon glanced at the steak she was cutting.

"Hang on," he called, earning a look from her.

"What?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "Is there something wrong?"

His lips parted as he glanced at the steak once again. He pressed his lips together after a second and shook his head upon looking back at her.

"Nothing," he said. "Enjoy your meal."

"Of course, I will." Her mouth stretched into a playful grin before she continued. Meanwhile, Dragon simply held his cutlery, but he couldn’t help but look at the steak on her plate.

After that conversation, Hera and Dragon continued their meal. They still conversed every once in a while, but he was quieter than usual. Still, he maintained a gentle and welcoming demeanor so as not to make her feel uncomfortable.

Dragon had other plans after the romantic dinner in the garden. He thought of taking her to a slow dance and sticking around to enjoy the beauty of the garden. However, by the end of their meal, Hera sneezed. Therefore, he decided to take her inside before that sneeze turned into a cold and flu.

"Thank you for tonight," Hera expressed as she settled on the bed with her back against the headboard. She looked at Dragon as the man fixed the duvet over her legs. "I really enjoyed tonight’s dinner."

Dragon simply glanced at her and smiled. He didn’t say anything as he fixed the blanket before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I already called for someone to help you wash up," he said with a gentle smile. "And you’re always welcome, dear."

"How about you? Did you have fun tonight?" she asked, and he simply nodded as an answer. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Then why are you strangely silent?"

"Am I?" He raised a brow a little. "That’s probably because I’m a little tired."

Her lips formed an ’O’ shape as she rocked her head in realization. "Right," she giggled. "I thought my confession caught you off guard and overwhelmed you that it almost makes me think I confessed too early."

"It’s not like that, dear." Dragon raised his hand and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. "I’m glad to know you’re willing to create new memories with me. I just do not know how to properly express it."

"That’s fine," she reassured with a radiant smile. "As long as you understand my message, that’s what matters."

"Mhm." Dragon stared at her for a moment before he glanced at the door. "The maids will come soon. You should rest until then."

"Are you leaving?"

"I have some late-night work to do." His short answer brought a slight frown to her. Seeing that, he reached for her hand and searched for her eyes. "I’ll be back in the morning."

"Frank, please take care of yourself," she requested from the bottom of her heart. "I know you’re doing this for our future, but do not forget to take care of your well-being. I’m still not fully recovered to take care of you if you get sick."

His eyes squinted a bit as he smiled. "I will."

"By the way, Frank, are you forgetting something?" she asked, watching his brows raise a little with confusion in his eyes. Hera opened her palm between them, making him gaze down at it.

"It’s time for my vitamins," she remarked, reminding him about her night medications, which he would usually give her. "I don’t like taking too much medicine, but after thinking about it, if I truly want to get better, then I should stop complaining."

Dragon went quiet again as he looked at her empty palm for a second. That was right. He would usually carry medicines around to feed them to her. And that drug she was asking for was kept securely in his suit. But alas...

"I asked the doctors to stop giving you more medicines," he said after a moment of silence, looking up at her ever so slowly.

"Huh?" she frowned. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I think you’ve been taking tons of medicines already. They also thought the same after your previous check-up."

"You mean earlier today?"

"Yes, they called me." He cupped her face and brushed her cheek with his thumb. "Don’t worry and trust the doctors. Even without it, I’m sure you’ll be fine."

There was a slight doubt in her eyes, but she nodded. "I trust you, so okay."

Dragon nodded in satisfaction and stared at her for a while. When he moved and was about to leave the bed, Hera suddenly clutched the hem of his suit. He looked back, confused, only for his eyes to dilate as her lips touched his lean cheeks.

Hera slowly pulled her head back, looking at him deep in the eye with deep affection. "Goodnight, Frank."

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