Tonight, I'm sleeping in Frances' room.
Without anything restricting my heart, I sleep so soundly in Frances' arms.
Once I open my eyes in the morning, I see Frances' handsome face right in front of mine.
His breath is so close and it makes me think of what happened last night. Thus, my face reddens.
“Are you finally willing to believe me?”
Frances softly says that.
I think my cooperative behavior last night makes him feel weird.
I nod and say, “Before the truth is revealed, I want to try and believe you first.”
I feel at ease while saying those words.
It turns out, revealing my inner thoughts is such a pleasant thing to do.
Frances slowly smiles and kisses my lips softly.
Then, as the kiss slowly gets deeper, he also hugs my arms tighter. When Frances’ big dick bumps
against my soft place again, I know that he's aroused again.
But I'm really tired because of last night, my whole body feels weak, how can I withstand his tortures?
“Can we not do it?”
I whisper to plead him.
As soon as I say it, I realize that I the words, I realize that I’m acting cutely.
To my surprise, Frances actually says yes.
He just hugs me and lays on the bed for some moment before getting up.
I go downstairs to make breakfast and he also goes down after changing his clothes.
Everything happens like a natural old couple who has known each other for many years, and I
unexpectedly feel that it's all good.
After breakfast, Frances goes to the company.
Perhaps considering that I have been emotionally unstable these days, he doesn't tell me to go with
him.
But I think I'll go with him if he says so.
But since he didn't, of course it's hard for me to speak of my thought too. I can interact well with him,
but I won't give him my sincerity so easily and I won't take the initiative to approach him first.
By keeping a proper distance, at least I won't lose too much when the cruel truth is in front of me later.
The present me will leave some ways to back down, even when I love someone.
Moreover, I still don’t know whether I should love him or not.
After seeing Frances away, Mindy calls me.
“Jane, David says that Hamlin is an orphan without any parents, and he's raised by his aunt. His aunt is
a cleaning service in David's bar, do you want to go and ask about it?”
Actually, I don’t know whether there'll be any clue there, but I just go there without hesitating.
As long there's a glimmer of hope, I won't give up.
Whether the result is good or bad, I must face it.
Mindy brings me to meet Hamlin's aunt.
After explaining her our purpose of coming, she starts to talk about her and Hamlin.
Speaking of Hamlin's death, her tears quickly flow down.
I think she must have a very deep feelings with Hamlin.
“How could Hamlin commit a suicide? Even if it's an accident, I don't think it'll happen too. Hamlin is
very cautious and meticulous, how could he not know that the gas leaked? If I knew it sooner, I'd rather
not take that a huge sum of money, and let him live well.”
a huge sum of money?
That sentence attracts my attention.
How can a mere assistant have a huge sum of money?
“What money?” I ask.
After thinking, she answers, “I don’t know either. Three months ago, Hamlin suddenly gave me a bunch
of money and told me to save it under my name. I have never seen that much money in my life and I
don’t know either where did he get it from. It's just that I never asked much about his matters, I'll be
satisfied as long as he lives well. Who knew that something like this would happen...”
As she speaks, she wipes a lot of her tears.
So, is it Frances who gives the money? Like, is it a hush money something?
“Then, do you usually see some rich man looking for him?” I proceed to ask.
“Man?” she shakes her head after thinking and says, “I have never seen the man, but there's that one
time when he came to see me and a woman suddenly picked him up and said that she had something
important to discuss with him. Oh, right! That's a few days before he gave me the money!”
Woman?
Don’t tell me that it’s really... Whitney?
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