"What are you looking at? Go to sleep."
Frances says in a deep voice.
He doesn’t seem angry, so I don’t think he had looked into my phone. Otherwise, it will be impossible for him to act cool now, judging from his temper.
I don’t think he had touched my phone. Maybe I remember it wrong.
It is probably because of the guilty conscience, I wake up early in the morning.
Frances is still sleeping, and I didn’t wake him up. Instead, I go straight back to my room.
Noah’s text message from yesterday says that he is arriving in France this morning and asks me to pick him up at the airport.
I casually change my clothes, don’t even put on makeup and go out.
I run into Whitney who is just back in a hurry as soon as I arrive at the door.
What a shock!
That is so close! Wouldn’t I be caught by her if I had stayed in bed just now?
"Do you have time? I want to talk to you." She sees me as well and looks at me indifferently.
I check the time. Noah is going to arrive at ten o'clock, so I should have some time left.
For no reason, I feel a little nervous about what she wants to talk about.
But I know very well that sometimes escaping is meaningless.
"Yes, but not much." After thinking about it, I say in a low voice.
Whitney takes me to the restaurant for breakfast. But I know that having breakfast isn’t her purpose.
"When will you leave Frances?"
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