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

to the plan, but halfway through, she vanished without a trace.

Time ticked by.

stood under a street lamp.

eyes were fixated on the window.

person Christina has to meet is Francis! So, he’s the unimportant person she has to discuss an important matter

weren’t for his current status, he’d have rushed in to

eyes darkened as he quietly observed the situation inside.

of cold brew coffee on the table. Christina took a sip before uttering. “If

coffee and was

is,

countenance and overly impassive gaze, he felt a

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

his impeccable handsome face, waiting

had deliberately delayed her flight to acquire that information,

brows and hesitated briefly before saying, “It

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

trouble back then to keep Nathaniel from finding

indeed unable to divert his attention elsewhere because of that predicament, providing Christina the chance

was planning to do,

had her suspicions, but she just needed

to her feet to leave, someone grasped

touch was cold. The latter was like a chilled child with

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

slender wrist tightly as if fearing he would lose her if he relaxed his

sidelong glance. “We don’t need to meet again if there isn’t a necessity.”

her hand free, but he

him in the eyes and sensed his

when featured on screens.

biased?”