Chapter 526 Wanting to Kiss, But Unable to
Alisha was confident that Francis would agree as soon as she finished speaking.
"Mrs. Bell, I never believe in these things. For me, the day Celia and I first chose is the best."
"The so-called good day is just about hoping for luck. But the most important thing is that the two people have a good relationship, understand each other after marriage, trust and support each other."
Francis almost rejected Alisha's proposal without giving anything away.
"Francis, I understand what you mean, but I am doing this for..."
"Mom."
At that moment, Celia hurriedly pulled Alisha.
After dinner, Alisha was washing the dishes in the kitchen, and Celia was helping her.
"Why didn't you let me persuade Francis just now? Maybe it would have worked!" Alisha asked.
Celia shook her head.
"Mom, you don't understand him. He's stubborn. Since he has already clearly refused, if we keep persuading him, it will only annoy him."
"It might even make him suspicious."
"Since he doesn't agree, then forget it. Anyway, the wedding is just a month away. I can wait a little longer."
Alisha nodded. "You're right. If he becomes suspicious, it would be troublesome."
At this moment, footsteps were heard around the kitchen.
Celia quickly nudged Alisha's arm as a reminder.
Seeing Francis, Celia's beautiful face immediately lit up with a smile. "Francis, why did you come in?"
"Do you need any help?"
He was feeling very uneasy.
He kept thinking about what Jessica said before she left.
So, he wanted to find something to distract himself.
"Why don't you wait for me outside? I'll be done with the chores soon," Celia said.
Alisha joked with a smile, "Alright, you go keep Francis company. I'll handle the kitchen."
"Thanks, Mom!"
After wiping her hands, Celia took Francis's arm and walked out.
In the yard, the moonlight was shining down.
The flowers were in full bloom.
But Francis wasn't in the mood to appreciate them.
"Celia, how about I take you for a drive?" Francis suddenly suggested.
Celia was very surprised, and soon, a charming smile appeared on her face. "Francis? That would be great."
"It's true."
They got on the motorcycle, and Celia hugged his waist tightly.
At the same time, Celia looked at his broad and strong back and carefully rested her head on it.
At that moment, Francis's firm back almost trembled immediately.
In an instant, it felt like an electric current ran through him, making him feel a tingling sensation that he couldn't describe.
What made it even harder for him to admit was that when Celia leaned on him, all he could think about was how it felt when Jessica leaned on him.
Especially the scent that Jessica carried, which he remembered vividly.
Seeing Francis tremble, Celia immediately asked, "Francis, what's wrong?"
"Nothing, are you seated properly?"
"Yes."
Celia's lips curled into a bright smile.
The motorcycle soon sped across the island, with the wind blowing past their ears.
Celia's long hair was flying freely in the wind.
Finally, Francis deliberately stopped the motorcycle at a famous scenic spot.
On both sides were lush trees, with tiny lights wrapped around the branches, emitting a soft yellow glow.
The breeze gently blew, causing the sea to ripple with beautiful patterns.
The scenery glowed softly, and everything was at its peak.
"Is it beautiful?" Francis asked softly.
Celia looked at everything around her, full of amazement. "Francis, it's so beautiful."
"To be honest, although I grew up on this island and have been here many times, I've never seen such a beautiful scene."
Francis explained, "There were no lights before, it was all dark here. This was just set up recently, so I guessed you hadn't been here."
"Yes, it's been a long time since I came here. If it weren't for you bringing me, I wouldn't have known it was so beautiful."
Celia's delicate and pretty face was bathed in the soft yellow light, giving her a hazy beauty.
It had to be said, that her features were very exquisite, and at this moment, she looked even more beautiful.
Thinking of something, Francis walked over and wrapped his arm around her waist.
Celia didn't expect it, so she exclaimed.
"Celia, it's me!" Francis's deep and sexy voice sounded in her ear.
Celia immediately froze, her cheeks turning red, and her heart feeling warm.
"Francis."
Her heart was beating fast.
More importantly, she saw Francis's face moving closer to hers.
At that moment, Celia felt like her heart had stopped.
If she wasn't mistaken, Francis was going to kiss her, right?
She clenched her hands, closed her eyes, and waited nervously.
She was both nervous and expectant.
Since they met, although they were already engaged, they had never had such an intimate moment.
The most intimate they had been was him putting his arm around her shoulder or holding her hand.
They hadn't even hugged.
This moment was something she had been looking forward to for a long time, the most dreamy scene.
Celia was very nervous.
She trembled her eyelashes, carefully anticipating.
Francis had one hand around her waist, and the other hand clenched into a fist.
They kept getting closer.
At a very close distance, he only needed to move a little further to easily kiss her.
But time seemed to freeze, and looking at the beautiful face in front of him, he couldn't overcome the barrier in his heart.
He had tried, attempted, and persuaded himself.
But he couldn't take the next step.
After several attempts, Francis finally gave up.
He let go of her and closed his eyes in defeat.
No matter how hard he tried, no matter how intense his internal struggle, he couldn't cross the barrier in his heart.
Celia kept her eyes closed, waiting.
With an excited and anxious heart, she waited expectantly.
But as time passed, she didn't get the kiss she imagined.
Instead, Francis reached out and brushed her hair. "Your hair got messed up by the wind, let me fix it."
She opened her eyes, and Celia smiled awkwardly to hide her deep disappointment. "Thank you!"
"The wind is cold, let's go back," Francis said.
On the way back, Celia sat on the back of the motorcycle, but they were unusually silent.
No one spoke, only the sound of the wind blowing past their ears.
At the door, Celia got off the motorcycle, but Francis, with his hands on the motorcycle, had no intention of getting off.
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