I walk so fast that suddenly hit a human-wall in the corner. It’s a woman, because there are two soft bumps.
I raise my head. It’s Cindy Leigh!
The road is narrow and the enemies meet easily. She's probably here to pick up a rich guy again.
As for the method to climb up through a rich man, I don't want to comment on it, and I definitely don't agree with it. I am about to go out when Cindy Leigh suddenly sys.
“You are really like a fly, where Mr. Louis is and there you are.”
Mr. Louis?
Does she mean, Frances Louis is also here?
What I am afraid of comes fast. I don’t want to tangle with Cindy Leigh, and I don’t want to be embarrassed if I meet Frances Louis again. I say coldly, “I don't have any problem with your trying to climb on such a high branch as Frances Louis, but I'm not interested in him at all. Don't impose your ideas on me!”
Then I walk past her, but Cindy Leigh grabs me and glares at me, “You say one thing and do another. Don’t you feel sick! If you have no interest in Mr. Louis, why bother him so shamelessly!”
I just want to retort when a slender arm suddenly puts on my shoulder, “you misunderstand, she never bothers me, I like to appear around her.”
A deep, sweet voice comes to my ear. It is Frances Louis. Feeling his warm breath, I involuntarily can’t hold myself up and fall in his chest following his arms.
Seeing Cindy Leigh’s beaten face, I suddenly feel so good. Then I move closer to Frances Louis.
“Just wait and see!”
Cindy Leigh stomps her feet in anger and heads outside.
Opening the door, I am frozen seeing that elegant man sitting on the sofa with a glass of wine in his hand.
Even in the dim light, I recognize him at once. He is no one but Frances Louis.
He is alone in the room, dropping his head down as if he were thinking something.
He doesn’t notice me. I slip back to the door and am just about to close it. Suddenly, the woman who gives me a hard time appears behind me and shoves me in, deliberately shouting, “what are you doing? You're not backing out, are you?”
Sure enough, Frances Louis, on the other side, notices the noise, and his eyes come over to me.
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