You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)

Chapter 541

Franklin picked up berthings. He held the box with one arm and held Lucille's other hand as they

walked away.

Natasha's eyes turned red with anger when she saw such a scene!

She grabbed the hem of his clothes and used her sweet voice, "President Moore, I am Miss Natasha of

the Jules Group now. You..."

"You won't have that position soon."

With that, he shook her hands away. He then held Lucille's hand and walked out.

Natasha stood behind him, and her face was pale.

Lucille was by Franklin's side. When she heard the man's words, she felt warm in her heart despite

being in a bad mood and having scolded Natasha.

Just as the two of them went out of the door, they heard Natasha shouting in the room before they had

the chance to close it. "Who? Who let her in just now? Can you afford to pay for what was stolen?

Jessie, was it you?"

Lucille knew that Natasha would vent her anger on Jessie.

She couldn't help but ask Franklin, "You... Didn't you buy a house next to the art academy? Do you

need a servant?"

Franklin quickly understood Lucille's meaning and nodded. "Yes, I am missing a few." He put the box in

the car, "I'll go in and ask for her."

"Let me go with you."

Lucille was about to follow him, but Franklin stopped her. "I'll go. You should wait for me in the car."

He said and handed the car keys to Lucille, gesturing to her to wait for him in the car.

"Don't worry."

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he gave her a charming smile. She then returned to the car.

After a while, Franklin came out with Jessie.

When Jessie came out, there was an obvious red print on her face, and there were even tears in her

eyes.

When she saw Lucille coming over, she said gratefully, "Thank you, Miss Lucille!"

"Did she hit you?" Lucille looked at her face and felt a little distressed.

Before she left, Jessie was clearly still fine.

"Yes, Natasha was hitting her when I went in. She even wanted to continue, but I stopped her." Franklin

spoke from behind them.

"Thank you, Miss Lucille. Thank you, Young Master Moore."

Jessie thanked Lucille first, then Franklin.

"That's enough, don't thank me. Get in the car.

I will take you to your new workplace." Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

Besides helping Lucille, he really did need a few servants to manage the new house he bought.

Franklin drove to the house, and reporters were waiting at the entrance of the Three K Art Academy.

He took Jessie and Lucille in from the other side to the house they bought.

The house was already fully renovated, and all the furniture was already there. Franklin recently added

many daily necessities, so they could start living there.

There was also a servants' room in the new house, and Franklin showed Jessie where it was.

"I will give you money to buy whatever you need. It is inconvenient for me to go out these days," Lucille

said.

Jessie also knew her difficulties and nodded. "Miss Lucille, I can buy my own things. I am grateful for

you for picking me up from that place and taking me in."

As Jessie said, she was about to kneel to Lucille, but she quickly stopped her. "No, it's just that he

happened to need someone..."

Jessie's family was from the countryside. Her father went to jail while her mother remarried. Her step-

father drove her out of the family before she finished studying in high school. Later, through some

professional introduction, she came to the Jules family. Not long after she came, Lucille married

Franklin and moved out.

After helping Jessie settle down, Lucille came to the living room and saw Franklin sitting on the sofa.

He was looking through the things she had just brought from home!

He held a sketch notebook in his hand, and he read it with great interest.

"Don't look at my things!"

Her face flushed red as soon as she saw this. She rushed over and wanted to take away the

sketchbook in his hand.

His hands were nimble, and he was reading with relish a while ago. When she reached out for it, he

raised his wrist and held the book up high. He pulled her into his embrace with his other hand.

'When did you draw this?" Franklin held the sketchbook up high. A portrait of a man was shown on the

exposed page. Although the pages had turned yellow from the passage of time, the portrait was still

visible.

"I..." Her face was burning red, and she dared not say anything.

"You don't have to tell me. I know. Sixteen years ago, I saw you secretly sketching me."

He was talking about the things that happened when Lucille was only nine years old.

They met that year, but Franklin was already eighteen years old at that time.

"You asked me even though you know about it?"

Her face turned red.

Franklin supported her back with his hands, and he got closer to her. He said in a slow manner, "I want

you to tell me yourself. That was why I didn't expose you at that time."

"You, you're too close." When his face was only a centimeter away from Lucille's, she finally couldn't

help but say so.

"Close?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman in front of him with slightly teasing eyes. He

said seriously but ambiguously, "How are we close if the distance between us isn't negative?"

Franklin was great at seducing people. He said it in a flirty manner, and she could not tell if he was

joking or if he really wanted to do something. She could only stay put.

"We..."

"Tell me, back when you used me as your model, I never agreed to it. What are you going to do about

that?" He continued without waiting for her to speak.

He slowly put her down on the sofa and then pressed down on top of her. The distance between the

two of them got closer and closer.

She wanted to say something, but her heart was beating too fast, and she could not hide it even if she

wanted to. Her mind went blank as well.

What should she do about that? She felt that she knew the answer, but she still asked, "What should

we do about that?"

"I want to be your model again..."

He did not play according to his cards.

"What?" She was stunned. Being a model was considered normal when it came to painting, so she

said, "Sure..."

Hearing her consent, he smirked evilly. His slender fingers pressed on her lips, and he said with a faint

smile, "That means that you promised."

At this point, Lucille knew that she had been tricked! She had been fooled!

"I want to be your model, and I'll be a naked one.

Franklin fixed his eyes on her, and he emphasized the last two words.

She pictured the scene in an instant. Just the thought alone was enough to make her blush, and she

pouted to resist. "I knew that you wouldn't make such a simple request."

"Isn't this a simple request? Isn't it normal for artists like you?" He pressed her down and asked word

by word. His mouth was hot with desire as his breath landed on her mouth.

"I... Of course, I've drawn that before." She nodded shyly.

"You've drawn that?" Franklin was a little unhappy when he heard this. "I thought the first male body

you saw was mine. Could it really be someone else?"