Frances is intently chatting with the people beside him, and he doesn’t see me for the time being.
However, he is coming my way. If I don’t do anything, he will definitely find me.
I can’t bear to part with him, and I wish I could take a few more looks at him. However, I know that if I delay for only a second, things might go wrong.
I can’t stake my baby on it, for I can’t afford to lose!
Suddenly, I saw a tall man in a windbreaker walking by.
Getting a brainwave, I throw caution to the winds and slip into his windbreaker, hugging him.
The man freezes, saying in poor Chinese, “Miss, what are you doing? It’s not decent of you.”
I don’t care if it’s decent or not. I can do anything to hide away from Frances!
I lower my voice and say to the man, “Could you please help me and turn around? A pervert has been stalking me for a long time. I have to get rid of him.”
The man pauses for a moment and says, “Okay,” and turned his back to Frances.
I tilt my head a little and steal glances at Frances. He looks across at the man, but he quickly looks away, and he doesn’t spot me.
I let out a sigh of relief, but I feel an overwhelming sense of loss.
Maybe I have been brainwashed by TV dramas into thinking that no matter where the female lead is, the male lead can always feel her presence.
I am disappointed with Frances’ quick glance.
However, life is not a campy TV drama. Besides, I’m not his heroine at all.
He doesn’t even love me. How can he see me?
After Frances walks all the way out of the airport, I let go of the man and apologize to him, “I’m sorry. Thank you very much for saving me.”
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