Chapter 537 Damn, I Miss Her
The scene before him was undeniably intimate.
Celia closed her eyes with anticipation.
But Francis found himself looking at her face, feeling extremely calm.
He had no urge to kiss her;
He didn't feel like he was in love.
Damn it!
How could this be?
She was Celia, his fiancée. He should be deeply in love with her, devoted to her.
But he had no feelings for her.
At that moment, even though they were so close and everything seemed perfect, he didn't even have the urge to kiss her.
Just like last time, he tried but failed miserably.
In the end, Celia left the room a bit disappointed.
And as he watched her back, he couldn't utter a single comforting word.
Just now, when he was trying to convince himself to kiss her, images of the past days with Jessica suddenly flooded his mind.
Especially Jessica's kisses.
One was a light, fleeting kiss from Jessica;
The other was a punishing kiss from Jessica.
But no matter which one, they were deeply etched in his mind.
He thought he had forgotten, but now he realized how vividly he remembered.
'Jessica, Jessica.'
The images of her cute, lovely, and domineering expressions flashed in his mind.
Suddenly, he felt his heart racing.
How could this be?
He couldn't believe it, nor could he admit it.
No way, how could he have feelings for Jessica? This was just a fleeting moment of excitement for a man.
This couldn't be real.
His fiancée was Celia; the one he should love was Celia.
But why didn't he have any romantic feelings for Celia? He didn't even have the slightest urge to kiss her, let alone sleep with her.
His feelings for Celia seemed extraordinarily simple.
So simple that it didn't even resemble a man's love for a woman.
Francis took a nap, and after dinner, he suddenly suggested, "Want to go for a walk? I'll walk with you!"
Seeing him so proactive, Celia felt flattered.
She nodded repeatedly, "Sure, wait for me a moment, I'll be right back."
Celia quickly changed into a beach dress.
Since the sun was setting and the sunlight wasn't strong, she didn't worry about getting sunburned or tanned, so she wore a short dress.
Moreover, Celia's dress was particularly sexy, with a large open back held together by a few red strings.
The front revealed half of her chest, a sight almost impossible for any man to resist.
Celia even sprayed a bit of perfume, exuding a faint fragrance.
Even her hair was meticulously styled, with loose curls naturally falling behind her, creating a lazy, seductive look.
One had to admit, Celia looked sexy enough.
Because the last two times, she felt that Francis wanted to kiss her.
But for some reason, it never happened.
As a woman, especially as his fiancée, she felt deeply hurt.
And today was a perfect opportunity.
She dressed so seductively, waiting for the right moment with the lights, atmosphere, and music to make up for the last two times.
But Celia overthought it. Francis, by her side, remained a gentleman throughout.
Even in the dim light, with the atmosphere extremely intimate, his gaze remained clear.
They walked a long distance along the beach.
At first, Celia kept walking with him.
But eventually, she couldn't hold back and cried out, "Francis, how much longer are we going to walk?"
"Don't you remember I'm pregnant, and in the early stages, I can't exercise too much."
Francis finally remembered and looked at a nearby bench, "Why don't you sit here and rest for a bit? I ate a lot tonight and want to walk more to digest."
Celia looked at him, feeling even more aggrieved.
"Idiot, I want you to sit with me, not sit alone. What's the point of sitting alone?"
"Then wait a bit, I'll come back to accompany you after I finish my walk," he replied.
Celia pouted reluctantly, "Then hurry back!"
"Okay!"
Francis continued walking briskly.
Though he said it was a walk, he was walking very fast.
He had no interest in the beach scenery and didn't pause for a moment.
It was as if he was searching for something.
He felt he was going crazy.
He suggested the walk today because he wanted to see Jessica.
He remembered Jessica loved walking.
Especially after dinner, when the sun had set, Jessica loved walking barefoot on the soft sand.
Jessica's smile was like that of an innocent little girl.
So, he could recall it so vividly when he closed his eyes.
But to his disappointment, Jessica didn't come.
He searched everywhere, but Jessica was nowhere to be seen on the beach.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure ahead, about the same height, and more importantly, he recognized the floral dress.
Everything about the figure was almost identical.
He thought Jessica had come.
At that moment, Francis could hear his heart pounding like a drum.
He was excited and passionate.
He couldn't hold back any longer and ran towards her.
"Jessica."
He called out, his voice trembling with excitement.
He eagerly awaited the moment she would turn around.
"Who are you calling? I'm not Jessica!"
However, when the person turned around and spoke in an unfamiliar tone, Francis felt utterly defeated and disappointed.
In that instant, all his hopes were dashed.
The person looked so much like her but wasn't her.
He had truly mistaken someone else.
On his way back, Francis was almost in a daze, his mood plummeting.
Unexpectedly, he ran into Louie halfway.
Louie was carrying a bag, and because it was transparent and they were under a streetlight, Francis could see the various medicine boxes inside.
"What's wrong with Jessica?"
Francis's heart suddenly tightened, and he voiced his concern.
However, Louie walked past him as if he hadn't heard.
Francis's anxiety intensified.
After taking a shower, Francis couldn't sleep.
He stood in the yard, smoking countless cigarettes, but in the end, he couldn't overcome his inner turmoil.
Francis stubbed out his cigarette, opened the door, and sped off on his motorcycle.
In less than ten minutes, Francis stopped his motorcycle and knocked on the door in front of him.
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