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.

He regretted it afterward and wanted to find a

plan, but halfway through, she vanished without a

Time ticked by.

outside the café, Nathaniel stood under

were fixated on

meet is Francis! So, he’s the unimportant person she has to discuss an important matter with? What exactly is the matter?

his current status, he’d have rushed in

darkened as he quietly observed the

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

of coffee and was

is, of

fair, flawless countenance and overly impassive

to meet with him because she wanted to help Nathaniel, Francis had to admit

her eyes into his impeccable handsome face, waiting for him to finish his sentence.

delayed her flight to acquire that information, so she hoped her effort wouldn’t

briefly before

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

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

time, Nathaniel was indeed unable to divert his attention elsewhere because of that predicament,

was planning to do, Francis chose

but

to

Nathaniel’s warmth, Francis’ touch was cold. The latter was like a chilled child with no clothes to wear, causing his body

you leaving already? We’ll meet again, won’t we?” Francis’ initially calm emotions were stirred, and his

tightly as if fearing he would lose her if he relaxed his grip.

sidelong glance. “We don’t need to meet again

hand free, but he held her tighter.

in the eyes and sensed his

filled with confidence and pride when

biased?” Disappointment laced