Naturally, the woman was none other than Vicky.
She did not hesitate to lunge at Frank as soon as she saw him, and as they locked gazes for several beats, she jammed her lips on his with passion that would leave anyone blushing.
“Ahem…”
There was no telling how long had passed, and they finally pulled away when a servant cleared her throat.
“Madam Zims, could you cough elsewhere? I hate you!” Vicky rolled her eyes at the woman, staring daggers.
“Actually, Ms. Turnbull…” Madam Zims glanced pointedly nearby, and Vicky turned to find Titus himself standing there.
The sinister look on his face was palpable—forget Vicky lunging at Frank and kissing him enthusiastically, the fact that she had to be told that Titus was there made it clear Vicky really did not care about him.
“I think I should remind you that we’re getting married in three days, Vicky,” he said darkly.
“Hah! Who wants to marry you?! I’m taking it back! I’m leaving with my darling!” Vicky snapped, her legs still wrapped around Frank’s waist.
Seeing that Titus was glaring at that hostilely, she deliberately gyrated her hips in a position that would send one’s imagination running wild.
Titus could choke right then—his own fiancee, getting clingy with another man?!
This was not a slap in the face. It was an open rebellion!
“Frank Lawrance!” Titus glared at him, his face darkened as he bellowed. “Let go of her!”
“Why should I listen to you?” Frank shot back, wrapping his arms around Vicky as he did.
“Exactly! Why should we listen to you?” Vicky giggled in agreement.
Titus could blow up right then. He turned and punched the car beside him, leaving a dent but obviously repressing his rage.
“Don’t forget that upsetting my family will only hurt yours, Vicky!” he bellowed. “You’d better make up your mind soon!”
“The Turnbull family? Hmph.”
Vicky finally let go of Frank at Titus’ threat, but even as her feet touched the ground, she stood beside Frank and showed no intention of going to Titus’ side.
Her expression hostile, she spoke bluntly, “I believe we agreed to annul our engagement, Mr. Lionheart. But somehow things are back the way they were… Are you going back on your word?”
“Going back on my word?”
Titus shook his head and sneered. “This engagement was never up to us. It’s your family who insisted that you marry me. Even if I refused, my family would not allow that either. That is a fact, so accept it and quit fantasizing already.”
To be honest, Titus was not particularly ugly—those chiseled facial features and his handsome face would draw stares from everyone down the street.
In fact, Frank would not have an advantage in comparison at first glance, but he somehow only got better looking the more one stared…
And with time, Titus would start to dull in comparison.
