Chapter 62 A Small Dispute Before Sleeping


    Chapter 62 A Small Dispute Before Sleeping


    Francis Landau picked up the ss on the table and took a slow sip.


    Lester Sachs suddenly thought of another thing, "Frank, are you doing it for Julian Quinn this time?"


    It was obvious that Julian''s Moments were seen, but he just didn''t give likes.


    Lester waspletely transparent in his Moments.


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    "You bother too much. The most important thing you should do now is to monitor Courtney Sachs


    well." Francis avoided his question.


    But in Lester''s view, this was his acquiescence.


    Lester couldn''t help but sigh, "Love is a magical thing."


    Some people didn''t need to be too excellent, and there would be people who loved her heart and


    soul.


    Francis rubbed his ss with an unclear expression, and he did not respond to Lester''s words.


    --


    Liliany on the sofa falling asleep in a daze. Her dreams were filled with images from the news and


    curses on the inte.


    She also dreamed that Courtney couldn''t withstand the impact of the inte storm and jumped


    down from the sky.


    At the moment when Courtney jumped down, Lilian''s heart also sank. The next second, she woke


    up.


    Lilian looked at the ceiling above her head, and the sound on the TV next to her continued. It was


    drizzling outside again.


    The Linnd City was rainy.


    Lilian was in a daze when she heard the sound of pressing the password lock outside the door. She


    sat up straight and stared straight at the door.


    The door opened and the figure of Francis appeared at the door.


    He patted the raindrops on his shoulders and walked into the room. He saw Lilian lying on the sofa


    with the footsteps paused.


    Francis lowered his head and nced at his watch. It was half past two in the morning.


    "Haven''t you slept yet? " Francis asked, thinking that this was nonsense.


    When did hee back to see Lilian sleep?


    But differently, this time he took off his coat and Lilian didn''te up to pick it up.


    Although it was just a small detail, he felt subtly a little different.


    He hung his coat on the hanger by himself, walked towards Lilian, and sat down beside her.


    "I told you not to wait for me. Right? " He touched Lilian''s face with his fingers, which were cold-


    affected by the air outside.


    Lilian stared at him intently, and he regained his usual look as if nothing had happened.


    That''s also right. She was just like a child in his heart. Did he need to be angry with a child?


    Lilian raised her hands and gestured, "Why?"


    Francis'' fingers on her face stopped, and he looked at her affectionately. After a moment, his smile


    was gone, and said, "Are you condemning me?"


    Lilian pursed her lips, and she thought she didn''t have the right to question.


    She even asked unnecessary questions.


    Just as he burned the painting that Courtney sent her, he didn''t need a reason at all.


    The only reason was that Courtney hurt the woman he loved.


    The living room was now silent again, but the sound on the TV was loud and clear, which infinitely


    amplified the emptiness of this vi.


    "To sleep."


    Francis didn''t go on arguing with her either, and he hugged her and walked upstairs.


    When he went to bed, he began to fidget.


    Lilian was in a bad mood. So she turned her back to him and refused him with her actions.


    But it was useless for her to refuse such a thing. He grabbed her shoulder and turned her around.


    He grabbed her injured parts with his fingers, so Lilian''s eyes darkened with pain. She couldn''t help


    but take a cold breath.