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.

neglected Christina’s situation. He regretted it afterward and wanted to find a chance to make amends

to the plan, but halfway through, she vanished without

Time ticked by.

outside the café, Nathaniel stood under a street lamp.

fixated on the window.

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

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

as he quietly observed the situation inside.

of cold brew coffee on the table. Christina took a

of coffee

who that person is, of course.” Francis stopped her.

fair, flawless countenance and overly impassive gaze, he felt a great distance between them.

because she wanted to help Nathaniel, Francis had to admit

of responding, she bored her eyes into his impeccable handsome face, waiting for him to finish

delayed her flight to acquire that information,

briefly before saying,

her! “Why? Doesn’t she like Nathaniel a lot?” She speaks of how much she

to keep Nathaniel from finding you, so

divert his attention elsewhere because of

when he knew what Madison was planning to do, Francis chose to

had her suspicions, but she just

to her feet to leave, someone grasped her wrist.

like a chilled child with no

Francis’ initially calm emotions were

he would lose her if

“We don’t need to meet again

hand free,

eyes and sensed his

usually filled with confidence and pride when featured on screens. now

you so biased?” Disappointment laced his