My Secret Billionaire Husband
Chapter 469 - 471: Why is there a scent on you?

Chapter 469: Chapter 471: Why is there a scent on you?

Rebecca Kelloway’s face turned ugly, gritting her teeth, feeling as if there was a fire burning in her heart, anger and jealousy erupting at the same time.

She glared at Frank Parker angrily, then turned her head, staring fiercely at Yannick Luther, and shouted angrily, "Fine, if none of you want to leave, then I’ll go by myself!"

With that, she stormed out of the private room.

"Rebecca, wait!" Yannick Luther, watching Rebecca Kelloway run out of the private room, quickly reached out and slapped Frank Parker, "Frank, what are you daydreaming about? Rebecca left in anger, hurry up and chase after her!"

Frank’s current demeanor truly made Yannick Luther feel uneasy.

This guy seemed entirely off.

Normally, as long as Rebecca Kelloway was around, all his attention would be on her.

Except for Rebecca, everyone else seemed to be transparent in his eyes.

But just now, even Rebecca couldn’t bring him back to his senses.

No wonder Rebecca was so angry she left directly.

This guy must have been really smitten by Joanna’s beauty.

The slap finally jolted Frank Parker back to reality, and he pulled his gaze away from Joanna Lawrence.

"Rebecca left?" Frank Parker, belatedly realizing that she had gone.

Yannick Luther: "..."

His lips twitched, "Didn’t you hear me talking to you just now? Rebecca left because of you, why aren’t you running after her?"

Frank Parker blinked, surprised, "She left because of me?"

"Who else could it be? She tried to talk to you just now, and you ignored her. She got angry and left."

As soon as Yannick Luther finished speaking, Frank Parker turned around and strode out to chase Rebecca Kelloway.

As he reached the door, Frank Parker hesitated for a moment.

He turned his head, his eyes once again locked onto Joanna Lawrence with his narrow, gentle eyes, a hint of hesitation flashing through them, "Ms. Joanna, may I ask you a question?"

Joanna Lawrence, surprised to be called upon, looked at him.

What?!

She hadn’t just hallucinated, had she?

Frank Parker was actually calling her Ms. Joanna? And his tone was polite too?

Before, he had always addressed her by her full name, and his tone had been extremely rude.

What happened today? It’s as if he switched personalities; unlike before, he didn’t show her an unpleasant face or insult her as soon as he saw her.

Did the sun rise from the west today?

Considering his relatively good attitude, Joanna Lawrence suppressed the confusion in her heart and nodded, "Sure, go ahead."

Frank Parker looked at her hesitantly for a few more seconds before finally asking, "Can you tell me what brand of perfume you’re using?"

Joanna Lawrence: "???"

Yannick Luther: "???"

What on earth does this guy want?!

After Frank Parker asked the question, he didn’t say anything else, just silently waiting for Joanna Lawrence to answer him.

Joanna Lawrence stared for a few seconds, then slowly came to her senses.

She assumed Frank Parker wanted to buy a gift for a woman, so he asked that question. After thinking for a moment, she replied earnestly, "I don’t have any perfume on, so I can’t answer your question."

"You’re not wearing perfume? Then why do you have a fragrant scent on you?"

"..."

As soon as he said this, everyone fell silent for a few seconds.

Yannick Luther’s eyes widened even more as he took three steps and two to stand in front of Frank Parker, grabbing his arm and lowering his voice, "Frank, what’s going on? Joanna is our sister-in-law! What were you talking about just now?"

In one sense, a male saying such words to a female might be a bit ambiguous.

It’s even more inappropriate to say such words to a woman who already has a husband or boyfriend.

Tip: You can use left, right keyboard keys to browse between chapters.Tap the middle of the screen to reveal Reading Options.

If you find any errors (non-standard content, ads redirect, broken links, etc..), Please let us know so we can fix it as soon as possible.

Report