A Crazy Night

Chapter 82

Chapter 82 An Interview With Francis

Christina’s eyes widened in shock. “This is an interview with Francis?”

“That’s right. He’s my latest idol. Isn’t he handsome?” Bailey laughed gleefully. Truth be told, she had come all the way to Jadeborough just to see Francis.

Despite sensing that she had been taken for a ride, Christina realized it was too late to bail on Bailey and resigned herself to stay.

All of a sudden, screams broke out on set.

Out from a recording studio came a towering figure.

The man had shoulder-length silver hair with their ends dyed in blue; his long narrow eyes were gleaming like stars. With a slight curl of his lips, the indiscernible smile on his face would bewitch anyone who saw it.

As he gradually stepped into view, the screams intenslied with greater fervor.

While Christina felt as if her eardrums were going to burst, the excited Bailey tugged her with one hand and waved her placard hysterically with the other.

Chaos subsequently descended upon the scene. Despite the host’s best effort to calm the audience down, his pleas simply fell on deaf ears.

Finally, it was Francis who picked up the microphone to quieten the fans. “My dear cuties, if you continue to make so much noise, the host won’t be able to ask me any questions. Why don’t we lower our voices for the interview, and I’ll take a group photo with all of you at the end?”

Francis’ suggestion was extremely effective, for the group of obsessed female fans instantly kept mum.

That was the first time Christina felt the star power of a celebrity up close. Mere words were enough to silence a group of boisterous women.

Just as Francis returned the microphone to the host, the simple gesture was so mesmerizing that everyone found it difficult to peel their eyes away.

After starting by exchanging pleasantries, the host dived straight into the interview. “Francis, am I right that you wrote the theme song for the web drama-The Domineering Prince?”

“That’s correct. I also handpicked the script. I was so inspired by it that I ended up writing the theme song.” Francis answered.

The host continued to go down the list of prepared questions. “Francis, since you haven’t acted in a while, how does playing a prince in a period drama feel like? Is there anything interesting you can share with us?”

As Francis had gone through the script for the interview, his reply was particularly eloquent. “Since this is my first time acting in a period drama-” Midway through his sentence, he was interrupted by a tic-tac sound.

Right in front of everyone, the buttons on his shirt had fallen onto the ground.

When his collar opened abruptly, it exposed his muscular chest to the female fans below the stage. The

very next moment, an uproar broke out when everyone present was seduced by the heart-throbbing sight.

“Oh, my God! I never knew Francis had such a good figure!”

“The sight of his ab muscles alone has made this entire trip worth it!”

“I wonder how it feels like running my hands over them?”

Worried about losing control of the situation, the production crew dropped the curtains and came forward to calm the audience down.”

After a while, the production assistant inquired, “Does anyone have a needle and thread?”

As a safety pin would ruin his shirt, there was no other choice but to sew the button back on.

“I do.” Christina retrieved the sewing kit she always carried on her.

Instead of taking it, the production assistant pulled Christina abruptly. Before she could react, she was already led behind the curtain where the production assistant urged, “Quick, help Francis sew his button back on.”

When Francis looked in her direction, he was greeted by the sight of a young girl with adorable braids. She was wearing the blinking hair clips that were used to cheer him on during the show, while her cheeks were tinged with a dreamy red hue.

Upon looking up, Christina blushed when her gaze met Francis’ gleaming obsidian eyes.

She put the sewing kit down on the table and remarked softly, “Here’s the sewing kit. Please return it to me once you’re done.”

Weighed down by embarrassment, she turned around in an attempt to leave quickly.

Francis’ lips curled as a cheeky look flashed across his eyes. He then called out at Christina’s silhouette, “I want you to help me sew it back on.”

Frozen in her tracks, Christina planned to pay no need to his request. After all, she wasn’t the one who lost a button, and sewing wasn’t her favorite pastime.

When the production assistant realized Christina’s intention to leave, she hurried up to the latter. “Miss, please lend us a hand. We won’t be able to get off work on time if there are any delays. Also, just look at the fans outside. If they start getting rowdy, you might not even be able to leave.”

The words caused Christina to hesitate a little. It’s true that I can’t leave if the show doesn’t end. Besides, Bailey came all this way just for Francis. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

“Fine.” Christina relented in the end.

When she turned to look at Francis, the smug look on his face for getting his way was unmistakable.

Christina subsequently walked up to him and stopped at arm’s length. She calmly picked up the thread before threading it through the needle.

In the meantime, she caught a whiff of the floral scent on Francis’ body. He actually smelled more fragrant than a woman did.

With his arms folded across his chest, his pose made him look like the perfect statue, exuding an imposing aura even in his silence.

Christina had her head lowered to avert her eyes from his. After pinching his collar with her fingertips, she began to sew the button back on.

A single glance was all it took for Francis to see that Christina was blushing nervously. He couldn’t deny how adorable she looked with the reddish hue on her cheeks.

When an idea popped into his head, he pulled out his phone and discreetly took a photo of her serious. expression.

Sensing something amiss, Christina raised her head be greeted by the sight of a camera lens staring her in the face.

She put some distance between them by reflex. “Are you secretly taking photos of me?”

“Don’t worry. I know how to get a good angle. You’ll definitely look good in the shot.” Francis proceeded to put his phone away.

The anger in Christina’s eyes began to swell. “Delete the photo.”

If I had known that Francis was this cunning. I wouldn’t have agreed to sew his button for him. He’s such an ingrate.

Without even needing to guess, Christina knew that Nathaniel would blow his top once he learned that Francis had a photo of her looking up at him on his phone.

Upon letting out a snort, Francis stared intently at Christina’s exquisite-looking face. “What’s wrong? Are you worried that your other half will become jealous once he finds out?”

Since you know that Nathaniel will be jealous, why did you take a photo of me?

The fact that they could fight over a mere disagreement the last time made it clear that both of them weren’t on good terms.

Ignoring Francis’ comment, Christina repeated her warning, “I told you to delete it.”

With both of them staring each other down, one party was filled with mischief, while the other maintained her vigilance.

All of a sudden, Francis got to his feet, blocking Christina’s view with his towering figure. His eye blink as he spoke. “Thank you for your help. You can now return to your seat and continue watching my interview,”

“You have not deleted the photo yet.” Christina began to grow anxious. She wasn’t going to leave until he had complied with her demand.

Meanwhile, the production assistant thought that Christina was being difficult by refusing to stop interacting with her idol.

“Miss, you should return to your seat now, as filming is about to continue.”

In the midst of her being shooed away, the curtains began to open. If she didn’t go, Francis’ fans would assume that she was trying to take advantage of him.

As a result, she had no choice but to think of another plan.