The queen's wife is too sultry

Two 10 minutes ago.

In the bustling and lively banquet hall, the lights were brilliant, and the aroma of wine overflowed from the colliding glasses, wafting among the noisy crowd.

The woman is swaying in the dress, smiling like a flower, and the man is a gentleman in a suit, with a stalwart figure. They are each shuttling through the crowd, and their eyes are dazzling.

There were only two pairs of eyes, separated by the noisy crowd, looking at each other quietly and distantly.

Catherine bit her lip, grabbed her skirt tightly, and walked towards the man involuntarily, with slow but firm steps.

Gradually, the distance between the two was shortened, so close that she could touch his cheek as soon as she stretched out her hand.

The man's black eyes were quiet and introverted, looking at her silently.

A thousand years at a glance.

Catherine stared at the face she hadn't seen for a long time, her eyes became hot, and she said in a trembling voice:
"Frank..."

"Long time no see, Catherine."

Frank nodded slightly, his handsome face was calm and indifferent, like the surface of the sea without a trace of waves.

Catherine knew clearly that his heart was not a dead sea without emotion.

Once a woman passed by, causing turbulent waves, which made him unable to recover his calmness after many years...

But that person is not her.

Thinking of this, Catherine's heart, which had been covered in dust for many years and overgrown with weeds, instantly loosened and burst, tears rolling in her eyes uncontrollably...

Frank frowned and handed her his handkerchief, "What's wrong with you?"

Catherine desperately restrained the emotions of wanton escape in her body, and forced back the tears. She raised her head and smiled very reluctantly:
"Come with me, my father is outside, he has something to look for you."

Frank nodded and followed without thinking.

Both of them are George's children, but they have no similarities in appearance. Since Frank rarely appears in the public eye, when he entered the hall, many female guests were amazed by his appearance.

After the two left the hall, someone belatedly asked:
"Catherine's husband is not far away. What is her relationship with that man?"

This question, no one knows.

Frank followed Catherine and left the hall. The colorful lights outside were flickering, the sound of water from the circular artificial fountain was gurgling, and the dense green vines were silently winding around the corridor.

Under the dimly lit promenade, there was no one at the end of the corridor, and there was no sign of George at all.

Frank stopped in his tracks, frowned slightly, and said to the figure in front of him:

"You lied to me."

Catherine turned around. The tube top design of the dress exposed her white and slender shoulders and neck to the air, making her look extraordinarily thin and fragile.

"Frank, it's not my father, it's me who wants to see you."

She laughed at herself: "Isn't it ridiculous? Now I have to hide from others even when I see you..."

Frank stood where he was, without speaking.

"I... just want to talk to you, and I won't delay you for too long." The voice was almost pleading.

"Catherine, you are married, and your husband and child are in the hall. I don't think I need to remind you of that."

Compared with Catherine's embarrassment, Frank's calmness is almost unreasonable.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Catherine lowered her head, tightly clutching her dress, and growled almost in despair:

"You stop!"

Frank was unmoved.

Regardless that she was still wearing high heels, Catherine rushed up to him, stretched out her hands to stop him, her eyes were flushed, and she stared at him stubbornly:
"I tell you to stop!"

The bitter wind blew, and her dress swayed with the wind, and her blond hair fluttered in the air soundlessly. She was so delicate, as if she could be blown away by the wind in the next second.

Frank stared at her as if he were watching a vexatious child.

He sighed helplessly, "Catherine, neither you nor I are impulsive in our twenties anymore. After so many years, I thought you had grown up."

"Your husband—"

"Shut up!" Catherine was furious, "I won't let you mention him!"

Frank looked extremely cold and indifferent, and his voice was almost emotionless:

"what do you really want."

In the end what you want.

This impatient and cold tone was like a sharp knife, cutting a bloody knife across Catherine's heart.

If it wasn't for knowing him well, she would almost think that he was tired of her.

"Don't go, I just want to say a few words to you..."

Catherine looked at him sadly, her voice was almost drowned by the wind:

"Did father ask you to perform the task again?"

Frank's handsome eyebrows and eyes were not at all turbulent, and he looked like he had nothing to do with it, as if Catherine was not asking about him.

"Nothing to do with you."

"Catherine, if Gu Zhe was standing behind you, do you still think your actions are correct?"

"Do you think he doesn't know?" Catherine looked directly at him and said softly.

Frank was taken aback, then looked away coldly.

"Even so, you shouldn't be like this. If other guests see it, your father..."

Catherine laughed at herself: "You always have so many reasons to avoid me."

"So what if someone sees you, you are my brother, aren't you?"

Her voice was reluctant.

For no other reason, what Catherine dislikes the most is to call Frank by his elder brother.

But this is also the only relationship between the two, and she can't take half a step forward, because Frank doesn't love her at all.

"Fine."

She was so stubborn that Frank, not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble, had to make concessions.

"This mission is for Arthur." He whispered.

"I knew..." Catherine sighed, "William told me about Wilson."

She looked at him worriedly, "You know this is not a long-term solution, even he began to suspect that father is still cultivating killers..."

"So what?" Frank asked nonchalantly:
"Since I came to your family, isn't the value of my existence just to pave the way for you people?"

He looked down at his hands and sneered coldly: "I can't count how many people's blood these hands are stained with."

Catherine pursed her lips, she wanted to hold his hand and give him some warmth.

But she can't.

All she could do was look at him with eyes full of regret and remorse, and then apologize for her father and him.

Xu Shi noticed his displeasure and rejection, so she changed the subject:
"You went to China this time... why did you stay for a few more days?"

"Is it because of her...?"

Frank closed his eyes with a tired expression: "Is this important?"

"Important." Catherine's eyes were red, full of unwillingness: "I want to know whether that woman is still in your heart, whether you still love her..."

Frank twitched the corners of his mouth, as if laughing at her self-inflicted humiliation.

"She died, and the reason is very clear to you."

"Jealous with a dead man, Catherine, you always surprise me."