Chapter 90

"Franklin, are you okay?"

That voice snapped Franklin out of his daze. He looked at Clara, who was now smiling.

"Are you okay?" Clara asked again, a bit confused by Franklin's sudden silence.

Franklin shook his head, indicating he was fine. He quickly got off the bed and picked up his clothes scattered on the floor. Apparently, what had just happened was only his imagination. In reality, Franklin couldn't bring himself to shoot Clara with a real gun.

On the bed, Clara, still covered by the blanket, was blushing. Something had happened between them. Clara had never imagined this before. "Is this a dream?" Clara thought happily.

"Hurry up and get dressed, Clara."

Hearing Franklin's words made Clara look back at him. Her brow furrowed as she saw the change in Franklin's expression. They had just made passionate love on the bed, but now Franklin's attitude confused Clara.

Clara assumed that maybe Franklin regretted touching her and felt guilty. But Clara felt that it wasn't something to r