Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

Chapter 636 Cohabitation

"Boyfriend?" Mariana didn't expect Raquella to get a boyfriend. There was even a period of time when

Mariana was worried because of how little interest Raquella had in not wanting to have a boyfriend.

She knew that Raquella didn't want to be in a relationship. On one hand, it was because she was busy

with work and didn't have much time. On the other hand, she was worried that she wasn't good enough

for someone else.

Raquella's sense of inferiority stemmed from the absence of her family. This was something that

Mariana couldn't make up for no matter what she did.

"What? Please don't listen to him, Aunt Mariana. I'm not his girlfriend!"

Raquella then turned around angrily and glared at Frank. "Stop talking nonsense. There is nothing

going on between us!"

Frank merely shrugged. "We're living together. How is that not considered dating?"

"What?" Mariana's eyes went wide. "You're already cohabiting?"

Raquella couldn't find an explanation for a moment there. She could only angrily stare at Frank, who

had a mischievous smile on his face before she pinched his arm hard.

He winced in pain. "What's that for?"

"Just teaching you a little lesson."

Frank, however, didn't take her seriously. He pointed at Mariana in front of them. "Look at the look on

Aunt Mariana's face. That's the expression of someone who is looking at their daughter who has grown

up, no?"

Raquella glanced to the side and suddenly froze. She hadn't expected that blissful expression Mariana

wore. "Aunt Mariana, it's really not what you're thinking..." She couldn't explain why her face proceeded

to turn red.

Mariana teased, "It's alright. It's normal for young couples to have a lover's spat."

Those words completely eliminated Raquella's desire to explain herself. It didn't matter anymore.

People could guess as they liked. So be it.

However, Mariana didn't forget about the main issue. She looked at them still standing at the door

without any intention of leaving and grew a little annoyed. "Why are you two still here anyway? I've

already told you that my illness isn't something fun. You don't need to come and make a fuss."

"Aunt Mariana, we came here just to take care of you. Look, we've prepared our luggage."

After saying that, Frank quickly carried the luggage into the house and closed the door.

At this point, Mariana had no choice but to put on a mask and invite them in. "I don't need you to take

care of me every day. Just stay put during your stay here, and don't cause me any trouble."

Standing at the bedroom doorway, she couldn't help but add another reminder. "If you feel unwell, tell

me immediately. Do I make myself clear?"

Mariana then covered her mouth and coughed a few times before she swiftly turned and left.

"Wait, Aunt Mariana. Are we staying in the same room?" Raquella felt a bit helpless as she explained,

"We really aren't in the kind of relationship you think we are in. I—"

"I know you young people feel shy in front of me. I know. The thing is, the other guest room is filled with

clutter at the moment. It's not convenient to tidy it up now."

Frank went with the flow and carried both of their luggage into the house while smiling and thanking

Helena. "Thank you, Aunt Mariana. It's alright. We can share a room."

"Who said anything about sharing a room with you?"

Raquella was about to argue, but Frank held her back.

"Alright, let's not dwell on this. Aunt Mariana is sick now. We shouldn't bother her."

The way he whispered into her ear made them look like two intimate lovers flirting with each other.

Mariana didn't doubt that they were indeed a couple, but she did think that Raquella was just too shy to

admit it.

Left with no other choice, Raquella ended up agreeing albeit reluctantly. She personally cooked dinner

that night. However, Mariana, worried about infecting them, stayed in her room and refused to come

out.

Thus, Raquella had to bring the food to her room door and have dinner with Frank in the dining room.

Raquella couldn't fully enjoy the food as she sat at the table.

Mariana's condition seemed to be quite serious, and there was no definitive cure for her.

Noticing her lack of appetite, Frank asked worriedly, "Why aren't you eating? Is something bothering

you?"

Raquella let out a deep sigh. "It's not that. I just feel like Aunt Mariana's condition is getting worse."

"Right. I did hear her coughing nonstop in her room earlier tonight."

Raquella kept poking at the rice with her spoon. "Yeah…. Makes me worried every time. But there is no

sure cure at the moment. She has taken cold medicine and fever-reducing medicine, but nothing has

worked."

"Don't worry about that now. Leave these matters to the medical researchers."

She looked up with a somewhat dazed gaze. "Do you really think they can find a cure for this illness?"

"Of course, they can. It's not some highly severe terminal illness."

"But I'm worried that the development of this medicine will take a long time. What if Aunt Mariana's

condition worsens by the time it's ready..." What if Aunt Mariana… She couldn't even finish the thought.

"Don't overthink it and be optimistic. Aunt Mariana isn't in immediate danger for now. As long as we

take good care of her, everything should be fine."

Raquella nodded, falling silent as her thoughts drifted.

…

At a place somewhere abroad, Yelena stood next to a well-known tower with its sharp spire gleaming

with a cold light that reminded onlookers of the edge of a sharp knife.

She held a phone as she demanded in a somewhat impatient tone, "Just when will you be here? I've

been waiting for two hours. I'll storm into your house and kill you if you don't show up soon."

"Alright, princess. I'm coming right away."

It took another quarter of an hour before a man wearing a black trench coat slowly approached from a

distance.

At the sight of the man, Yelena raised her hand and threw punches at him. "How dare you make me

wait here for over two hours?!"

Federick pushed his sunglasses up and kept an exuberant smile on his face. "I'm sorry for making you

wait. Something came up at home."

"You said you're taking me to the celebrity banquet at Super today. Are we really going?"

Yelena couldn't bring herself to believe that he could actually take her to such a high-end place.

After all, Super was a place where even those with money might not have guaranteed access. The

people who could go there were always either rich or influential.

Also, they needed to be known internationally.

Even Yelena, an A-list actress in the country, hadn't received an invitation. It was hard to imagine that

Federick had the ability to get them both an invite.

"Of course! When have I ever lied to you?"

To his surprise, Yelena enthusiastically started counting her fingers, leaving him embarrassed for some

reason.