Chapter 82 An Interview With Francis

Christina’s eyes widened in shock. “This is an interview with Francis?”

“That’s right. He’s my latest idol. Isn’t he handsome?” Bailey laughed gleefully. Truth be told, she had come all the way to Jadeborough just to see Francis.

Despite sensing that she had been taken for a ride, Christina realized it was too late to bail on Bailey and resigned herself to stay.

All of a sudden, screams broke out on set.

Out from a recording studio came a towering figure.

The man had shoulder-length silver hair with their ends dyed in blue; his long narrow eyes were gleaming like stars. With a slight curl of his lips, the indiscernible smile on his face would bewitch anyone who saw it.

As he gradually stepped into view, the screams intenslied with greater fervor.

While Christina felt as if her eardrums were going to burst, the excited Bailey tugged her with one hand and waved her placard hysterically with the other.

Chaos subsequently descended upon the scene. Despite the host’s best effort to calm the audience down, his pleas simply fell on deaf ears.

Finally, it was Francis who picked up the microphone to quieten the fans. “My dear cuties, if you continue to make so much noise, the host won’t be able to ask me any questions. Why don’t we lower our voices for the interview, and I’ll take a group photo with all of you at the end?”

Francis’ suggestion was extremely effective, for the group of obsessed female fans instantly kept mum.

That was the first time Christina felt the star power of a celebrity up close. Mere words were enough to silence a group of boisterous women.

Just as Francis returned the microphone to the host, the simple gesture was so mesmerizing that everyone found it difficult to peel their eyes away.

After starting by exchanging pleasantries, the host dived straight into the interview. “Francis, am I right that you wrote the theme song for the web drama-The Domineering Prince?”

“That’s correct. I also handpicked the script. I was so inspired by it that I ended up writing the theme song.” Francis answered.

list of prepared questions. “Francis, since you haven’t acted in a while, how does playing a prince in a period drama feel like? Is there anything interesting you can share

interview, his reply was particularly eloquent. “Since this is my first time acting in a

on his shirt had fallen onto the

collar opened abruptly, it exposed his muscular chest

broke out when everyone present was seduced by the heart-throbbing

my God! I never knew Francis had such a

has made this entire trip worth it!”

it feels like running my hands over them?”

the production crew dropped

the production assistant inquired, “Does anyone have a needle

was no other choice but to sew the

do.” Christina retrieved the sewing kit she always carried on

abruptly. Before she could react, she was already led behind the curtain where the production assistant urged, “Quick, help Francis sew

was wearing the blinking hair clips that were used to cheer him on during the show, while her cheeks were tinged with

Christina blushed when her gaze met Francis’

table and remarked softly, “Here’s the sewing kit. Please return it to me once you’re

by embarrassment, she turned around in an attempt to leave quickly.

his eyes. He then called out at Christina’s silhouette, “I want you to

his request. After all, she wasn’t the one who lost a button, and

off work on time if there

Christina to hesitate a little. It’s true that I can’t leave if the show doesn’t end. Besides, Bailey

Christina relented in the end.

to look at Francis, the smug look on his

subsequently walked up to him and stopped at arm’s length. She calmly picked up the thread before threading it through the

caught a whiff of the floral scent on Francis’ body. He actually

his chest, his pose made him look like the perfect statue, exuding an imposing aura

her eyes from his. After pinching his collar with her fingertips, she began

nervously. He couldn’t deny how adorable she

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