Let Me Stay The Night

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

to leave according to the plan, but halfway through, she vanished

Time ticked by.

stood under a street

fixated on the

Christina has to meet is Francis!

it weren’t for his current status, he’d have rushed in to teach Francis a lesson.

eyes darkened as he quietly observed the

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

her cup of coffee and was

who that person is, of course.” Francis

countenance and overly impassive gaze, he felt a great

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

his impeccable handsome face, waiting for him to

information, so she hoped her effort wouldn’t be

hesitated briefly before saying, “It was Madison.”

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

trouble back then to keep Nathaniel from finding

indeed unable to divert his attention elsewhere because

planning to do,

but she

to her feet to leave, someone

warmth, Francis’ touch was cold. The latter was like a chilled child with no clothes to

won’t we?” Francis’ initially calm emotions were

fearing he would lose

don’t need to meet

pulling her hand free, but he held her

in the eyes and sensed his dejection.

which was usually filled with confidence and pride when featured on

are you so biased?” Disappointment laced his hoarse