But my words fail to ease the nerves on his face.
It tells how angry he is about my unexpected presence.
I bite my lip to curb any word out.
A deeper frown is showed by him.
“Go home. What if you get into trouble where Hilda can easily make waves? You have no idea of how cruel she is. Jane, even I can’t act rashly in front of her. It’s too dangerous for you to stay. Promise me. Go home right away.”
“What do you mean by right away?” I reply.
“Now. Get a ticket to leave this country.” He says in a serious tone.
“It will trigger more suspicions if I just leave now. When the business trip is over, I will certainly go back. It lasts two months. As soon as I finish it, I’ll leave.”
The time is long enough for Frances to address anything here.
If it’s not done then, I’ll apply for another two months from the company.
Brazenly as I can’t stand by him, I only want to stay close to him.
“Don’t be naive, Jane!” Frances lowers his voice hard, unable to mask his anger.
In fact, I know I’d better listen to him. But I just can’t leave him here.
I feel distraught at the idea of he standing alone to face all those dangers and uncertainties.
Just as he attempts to argue, I am preserve to interrupt him.
“You should go back, or Hilda will find it wrong. Be careful always. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be alright.”
Throwing these words to him, I let go of him, running toward the sidewalk.
I run long enough while I can still feel his caring eyes fixed on me.
I run all the way back to the apartment. After taking a shower with complex emotions, I go to bed.
It’s a tough night, as I am overwhelmed by the scene that Frances and Hilda caressing each other.
The night makes me more tired.
I hear someone is knocking at the door early in the morning.
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