A Crazy Night Novel

Nathaniel watched as her slender figure disappeared from his vision. Who is this person she has to meet?

Without spending much time pondering, he followed her.

The cafe on 87th Street served only members, so ordinary people couldn’t enter.

Upon arrival, Christina mentioned Francis name, and the waiter led her to a table by the window.

A soft glow illuminated the cafe’s interior space. The man dressed in cool-toned casual attire to obscure his exceptional presence. His gray-blue hair and chiseled, profound facial features gave him an aloof and mysterious vibe.

When Francis looked up, his sparkling dark eyes shimmered slightly. “Christina.”

Reunited after four years, he found her radiant and captivating as ever.

Christina sat down. A cold and distant expression filled her amber eyes as she held his gaze,

“Who leaked the information back then?” She cut to the chase.

Francis’ heart ached slightly as he stared at her. “Christina, can’t we just chat like old friends, as we used

“That’s not necessary. I just want to know who the whistleblower was,” Christina responded indifferently.

Her body emanated a faint floral fragrance, which smelled refreshing and pleasing, like the morning air.

His heart skipped a beat when he met her gaze. “Are you still mad at me for what happened back then?”

Scenes from the past flashed across Christina’s mind, prompting a prickling pain to creep into her chest. Nathaniel held her captive in the past, but Francis posting those photos on Twitter was no different from pushing her to the brink of desperation.

“Would being angry allow me to see my granny one last time? Will staying mad make up for anything?” Her tone was heartbreakingly calm.

No one knew how devastated she felt at that time. It was as if she had fallen into a bottomless abyss where only darkness reigned.

It was only later that Francis learned about the death of Christina’s grandmother.

merely focused on provoking Nathaniel during that time and neglected Christina’s situation. He regretted it afterward and wanted to

to leave according to the plan, but halfway through, she vanished without

Time ticked by.

outside the café, Nathaniel stood

eyes were fixated on the

sunlight at noon was dazzling. He narrowed his pensive, dark gaze, standing rooted to his spot expressionlessly like a perfectly sculpted ice statue. It turns out the person Christina has to meet is Francis! So, he’s the unimportant person she has to discuss an important matter with? What exactly is the matter? I’ve yet to settle the score with

current status, he’d have rushed in to teach Francis a

darkened as he quietly observed the situation

cup of cold brew coffee on the table. Christina took a sip before uttering. “If you don’t want to reveal who the whistleblower is, I think we have nothing more to say.”

of coffee and was

person is, of

flawless countenance and overly impassive gaze, he felt a great

Nathaniel, Francis

eyes into his impeccable handsome face, waiting for him

deliberately delayed her flight to acquire that information, so she hoped her

furrowed his brows and hesitated briefly

she like Nathaniel a lot?” She speaks of how much she loves him, yet why

cause trouble back then to keep Nathaniel from finding you, so she leaked

attention elsewhere because of that predicament, providing Christina the chance to escape.

was planning to do, Francis chose to

suspicions, but she just needed confirmation.

she got to her feet to leave, someone grasped

was cold. The latter was like a chilled child with no clothes

already? We’ll meet again, won’t we?” Francis’ initially

tightly as if fearing he would lose her if

sidelong glance. “We don’t need to meet again if there isn’t a

pulling her hand free,

eyes and sensed

which was usually filled with confidence and pride when featured on screens. now showed a never-before-seen vulnerability before her.

biased?”