I really don’t want to remember so clearly, but I just can’t forget his birthday after joining his birthday
party last time. Even if I hate him to death now.
Sitting in a trance in the pub corner, suddenly I find that it is unusually quiet tonight.
Looking around, I can only see a few people. Usually there are hundreds of people in this pub every
night, but tonight, there are only a dozen people in total.
They all sit in the largest open private room, watching the pole dancer on the stage with intense
interest. Seen from their dresses, these people should be either rich or famous. Upper ones
occasionally will come to this pub, but it's the first time to see so many people at once.
At this moment, Fiona, another waitress comes over. I hurriedly stop her and ask, “What happened
tonight?”
“Don’t you know? Manager said in the meeting that someone booked the whole pub tonight.”
I seemed to be absent-minded in that meeting. I give Fiona an embarrassed smile, “I know but I
wonder who books it.”
“I don’t know, seems to be a big shot. They must be generous with tips. Let’s provide our best service.”
Fiona smiles and goes to the restroom for make-up fix.
Staring at those playboys in the opposite direction, I don’t have any interest. In the world, only Frances
Louis can arouse my interest. I can only feel I am alive when seeing him. It’s the hate to him that
supports me till today.
When Frances Louis shows up in the private room, I guess whether it’s my illusion because I want to
see him so much.
“Frances, you finally come.” Someone stands up and warmly welcomes Frances Louis.
Staring at the man blankly, I feel like ages have passed.
He is still that distant and cold, treating those who flatter him indifferently. When I was by his side in the
past, I often wondered if there is anyone in the world who can make him smile from his heart. As he
even treats Whitney Jordan that indifferently, I don’t know who can do that.
Frances Louis seems to notice my staring and suddenly turns his head to look toward where I am. I am
shocked and immediately move to the blind angle. The wall hides me that he will not find me.
My heart beats like a drum, fiercely and wildly.
Just a casual glance can scare me, I am really a coward. If one day he give me a gun, I don't know
whether I dare to shoot at his chest.
I imagined all of this in my illusions before. I never expect one day it would come true.
Now only them are in the whole pub, so I can hear clearly what they say.
“Frances, the pole dancer here is the most famous in Virginia, you don’t know how many men will come
here for her every night. Moreover, I heard that she is still a virgin. This birthday gift, I bet you like it,
right?”
For what I know about his taste, he should not like pole dancers.
However, it’s really hard to guess a man’s thoughts, especially when this man is Frances Louis. Like I
never thought Frances Louis would let me be his mistress. How can I understand him? See, after a
second, his cold and low voice is heard. “Let her in.”
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