Life After Prison by Silencieux novel Chapter 1687

From Frederick's reaction, she could tell he was not happy and was in a bad mood. However, she did not know what to say anymore. It was a really tough thing to accept.

Yet, she firmly believed Frederick and her could easily overcome this difficulty because they had been in love with each other for many years. She was confident that her beauty and gifted talent were better than many.

Moreover, Wuhlricht had told her that it would be easier for her to train because of her current constitution. It would take less effort for her to accomplish what many needed years and hard work. Sooner or later, she would join the rest of the top-tier fighters in her generation.

"Who is that man? I want to kill him!" Frederick asked angrily while clenching his fist.

"I don't know either and I don't want to know. My dad has asked him to leave. The further the better. He is not going to tell anyone else about this," Gilda replied.

"He's not? There is only one type of person who would not tell secrets—a dead man. As long as he is still alive, he's going to tell at some point. Besides, it's definitely a thing of pride to be able to sleep with you. I confirm he's going to tell someone who he thinks is tight-lipped." Frederick scoffed.

"Does it really matter to you that you're my first man? Do you know if the man didn't save me, I wouldn't make it to my thirties? Are you telling me you rather see me die and refuse to know I could live to be with you by allowing that man to save me?" Gilda asked.

She shook her head continuously and looked despair. All this time, she thought Frederick could accept this flaw because he loved her. It turned out she was wrong.