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 it afterward and wanted to find

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

Time ticked by.

outside the café, Nathaniel stood under a street lamp.

were fixated on

statue. It turns out the person Christina has to meet is Francis! So, he’s the unimportant person she

for his current status, he’d have

he quietly observed

Christina took a sip before uttering. “If you don’t

cup of coffee

that person is,

overly impassive gaze, he felt a great

to help Nathaniel,

impeccable handsome face,

acquire that information, so she hoped her effort wouldn’t be in

and hesitated briefly before saying, “It was

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

trouble back then to keep Nathaniel from

to divert his attention elsewhere because of

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

but she just needed

she got to her feet to leave, someone grasped her wrist.

cold. The latter was like a chilled child with no

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

fearing he

“We don’t need to

tried pulling her hand free,

in the eyes

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

biased?” Disappointment laced his hoarse