Startled by Frank, Alda cringed into a corner by instinct.

But then she remembered that he had saved her life and put her shyness aside as she inched forward.

The closer she was, the more tense her nerves were… as if the air around him was therapeutic!

“So warm!” she murmured as she pressed herself in Frank’s arms and breathed a long sigh of relief.

She had been an overbearing girlboss for a handful of years, but now, she thought that it was fine being a delicate lover too.

Frank then repeated, “Let’s go to the tomb tomorrow.”

“I-I’ll pass!” Alda exclaimed, worried that something would happen to Frank.