Love Contract
Chapter 362 Extra Story So Glad You Are Alive (Part One)

In Frank's villa,

Corbett casually sat in the living room. Frank was next to him on the sofa, staring at him.

Silence bathed the room.

"Jeez." Corbett finally broke the silence. "It has been hours. When are you going to stop staring at me like that?"

"Are you really alive?" Frank's voice was trembling. He couldn't get himself to believe that Corbett was alive even though he sat right next to him. 'What if I'm just dreaming?' His thoughts raced.

"If I were dead, would I be talking to you here and now?" With a mischievous smile, Corbett turned to Frank. "I heard that you looked for me for more than a year. Is that true?"

Frank snorted and looked away. "I believed strongly that you were still alive."

"Heh heh," Corbett chuckled. "Why were you looking for me?"

"Who said I was looking for you?" Frank asked bitterly. His eyes turned red. He felt wronged that Corbett seemed to be enjoying the conversation. "Who do you think you are? Why should I look for you? "I was not looking for you at all. Just traveling around by myself."

"You lie! You were looking for me. Admit it!" Corbett sat back on the sofa as he teased him.

"Well, okay, I was! I was looking for you, but so what?

Why are you laughing?" Frank began to fume. "Are you just feeling proud now? What's so funny? Huh? Are you mocking me? You pretended to be dead and now you're laughing about it. How could you have played such a trick? In fact, get out! You shouldn't have come back! Why are you here? Go away and don't come back!"

The smile on Corbett's face froze in that instant. He couldn't explain why Frank was suddenly angry about the whole thing. The ferocious look on his face startled him and he suddenly realized the gravity of the situation.

Quickly, he grabbed Frank's hands. "I wasn't mocking you. I'm sorry I laughed. I know you care about me and I was moved."

Frank who was chattering away in anger stopped talking and calmed down. There were tears in his eyes.

"Where were you for so long?" he murmured after a sniff.

"I was recuperating in Norway," answered Corbett.

"Norway? Really?" Frank pushed his hands away and asked with a frown, "Why were you staying in Norway?"

"Because you were there before," Corbett smiled gently. "A cabin by the lake in the south of Norway. It was so warm there!"

"That's my home! How did you get inside?" Frank glared at him.

"Well, just like I got in here." Shrugging, Corbett said, "It's quite easy for me to break into a house. It's always just a piece of cake!" "How long were you there?"

"From the day of the accident till about last month."

"So have you recuperated?"

"Yep." Corbett placed his palm on his chest as he recalled the past. "At that time, the police officer shot me twice in the chest. She was an excellent shooter and her bullets almost killed me." "How did you escape?"

"I threw a bomb. I had fallen into the sea when it exploded and I was able to run away." As Corbett recollected, he trembled. "I had arranged for my men to pick me up. I had no idea that things could become that crazy."

"But your father doesn't seem to know about it," Frank said.

"He doesn't even know I'm still alive," Corbett answered bitterly. "I singlehandedly trained those men who later helped me out. I trained them without the input of my father or the Shadow Organization. It was because of everything that I didn't want to return again. Do you know that this year was the happiest period of my life?"

Hearing this, Frank said fiercely, "Were you so happy that you didn't want to return?"

Corbett raised his eyebrows and smiled. He didn't look arrogant anymore. His warmness was back in its strength. "I didn't want to come back but had to change my mind when I heard that a silly man was looking for me. That was why I left my cabin and came back here."

"Do you mean that you would have stayed there for the rest of your life if I hadn't looked for you?" Frank asked seriously.

"Probably."

"You..."

"Frank, wait." Corbett interrupted him. The emotion in his eyes was unpredictable. "Think about it. If you hadn't looked for me, what reason would I have had to come back? I thought my departure would make you feel much more comfortable."

Corbett recalled the days in the cabin. Every day, he leisurely lay on the deck chair by the window and looked at the mountains and lakes in the distance. He would wonder if Frank had also seen the scenery in the past. During winter, when he sat on the sofa in front of the furnace, he would read a book. There was a bookmark in the book and he wondered if Frank had put it there. He also tried to imagine Frank reading the book.

"I had decided not to disturb you anymore," Corbett said flatly when he jolted from his reverie.

Frank was stunned. The night before the accident, Corbett had asked him if he wanted to go to Norway with him, but he had said no.

"I don't plan to stay here for long this time." Corbett's smile was awkward. He had been trailing Frank for more than a month and was still hesitating whether he should show up or not. He didn't show up until that day when William came to him. He was afraid that Frank would be in trouble again because of him.

"You don't plan to stay for a long time?" Frank stared at him. "Where are you going then? Back to Japan? Or Norway?"

"I won't go back to Japan. You know where I will go." Staring at Frank with burning eyes, he continued. "You were looking for me for one year. Was it because..."

"I won't go with you this time..."

Frank interrupted him. Before he could finish, Corbett had already stood up from the sofa. The cold wind brought by his wind coat caressed his face. Then he strode away.

"Corbett!"

Frank stood up. "Where are you going? Can't you at least wait for me to finish ranting?"

Corbett's hand froze on the doorknob. He turned his head slightly. "What else do you have to say?"

"A year ago, you said you would take me to Norway. Can I still hold you to that? Is it too late for me to say yes now?"

Frank asked hurriedly.

Corbett was stunned. He tightened his grip on the doorknob with sweaty palm. "What do you mean?"

"I want to go to Norway too. So, can you take me?" The hair on Frank's forehead was flying slightly, and the smile on his face was as pure as when he was still a teenager. Corbett turned. "But you just said you wouldn't..."

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