PRISONER OF LOVE LOVE THE WIDOWER

SEASON 5'S. Part 3's. Second Meeting

'Your personal request.' A message from Thomas came into my phone, underneath it was a news link.

'KATE CONNERY' WAS CAUGHT MENCIU*M GARY HOPKINS', I saw their friendly photos emblazoned.

"Hmm. Finally, you got a reply from me too. How does it feel." I can't wait to read the news the next day.

'Thanks Thomas. You're the best.' I replied to him after being satisfied to read the news that had spread everywhere.

'You spend your own time. And you're wasting your time useless." Thomas still disagreed with what I was doing of course, he only agreed to it to smooth the operation.

'Relax Thomas, it's a series now. 1:1.'s.'

'It's not a problem you get back at him. But you can't let go of your mind. You're still stalking a lot about worthless ex four years ago. Come on Julie!'

Thomas won't return me again. I look forward to seeing those words.

I'm stupid to still follow him, unable to let go of my thoughts. I deny it, I just want to make it a series.

Mom (Mother) called me later. Of course he didn't know I had a double job here. I didn't tell anyone.

"Darling, when are you in NY?"

"Not knowing Mom. I'll call you later." If I haven't been able to pry for information, I'll have to take another job.

I'm considering a movie project, because I shouldn't be too hasty about this or my cover will be exposed. My cover is exposed, there is no room for me anymore to get this facelity. And again I love this job.

"Ohh, you know about Gary's news, your ex?"

"I see it, very good, once a fraudster is still a fraud, no wonder anymore."

"His mother was very proud that her son was able to marry into the McKellan family, now it seems that his dream has been lost." Mom seemed happy to hear the news, too.

"I'm so sorry. If he meets insinuations he goes all out."

"Of course Mama will." Mama shut up for a second. "You know, Mom met Colin Knight. He asked about you? Why didn't he call you himself?"

"I don't like him, .let him ask. I rarely answer the phone."

"He can rival Gary, why don't you like him, he's pretty handsome, seems like a good guy."

"Let's Mom I wasn't moved by him at all."

"You shouldn't remember your experience with Gary anymore, Julie, he's a bajin*gan, good you know in advance his true nature. Don't be so prejudiced." Mama gave me a suggestion, I didn't think she could say that, and Thomas said the same thing. Is it so obvious?

"Yes, Mama, I know."

"Mama's only worried about you, that bastard already has a lot of women, he's worthless to influence your judgment. Forget about her."

I'm trying, really trying.

"Julia, she's in a pub in Manhattan right now, just logged in, maybe we can run the charade we're planning right now." Kelly called me, he and his team were running surveillance on Richard. They learned Richard had his own bodyguard, sometimes it was hidden, they were very careful.

"Ohhh, okay. Send me the address. I'm sliding now."

"Note."

An address came to me later. A rooftop restaurant bar in downtown Manhattan. The Press Lounge, I've been here once.

"You're all there."

"Already, me and the others have ordered a table, later you will pretend to meet him as we planned. He seems to be the four of them with his colleagues. There's one bodyguard watching, but it seems he's not very alert, a bit crowded, a good chance to make an accidental meeting." Kelly updated our condition.

I arrived at the rooftop bar in half an hour. I walked over to Kelly's desk, though I hadn't seen where they were.

We waited until a while, until the team members said they should have left the place soon. I'm prepping...

I saw him in a dark work shirt. She looks charming in that dark color. I consider this time job a profitable short date.

I walk with my cell phone. Paying attention to his actual screen of directional direction, I'll pretend to hit him a little, old idea but it's effective.

5- 4- somewhat to the right - straight - 2- 1, go. I laughed by looking at my screen, with a cup of coktail from the bar. And bum! I bumped into someone successfully, as well as making his shirt wet.

"My Lord! I'm really sorry. Fuc." I look proudly at my work.

"Bw*it!" It turned out that it spilled quite a lot.

"I'm really sorry, though,..." I tried wiping his shirt off with a tissue sheet I got from the bar counter. "I'm sorry." and raised my face to look at it. Nets begin to be spread.

"You..." I hope my red shirt can make her glare.

"You?" I pretended to forget where I'd seen it. It's been almost two weeks since our last meeting.

"You remember me Miss Harris?"

"Emmm... " I'm still acting unsure. "Where do we meet? I've seen you feel... Sorry, I'm really weak memorizing faces and names."

"Charity party lymphoma cancer."

"Ahhh, you're a handsome man with no partner."

"Finally..." He smiles too.

"your name? Sorry I forgot. Sorry for making this mess." I pointed at his shirt I had sworn.

"You said I was hard, you even forgot my name. All right, you didn't seriously offer me dinner last night." Yes, he went into my net. I laughed to pretend I wanted to escape.

"I don't mean to, well I'll buy you a drink how, I'm with my friends, can't accompany you to dinner now." I was hoping he'd be lured to take me to dinner.

"It's not that easy. You owe Miss Harris one dinner. Your phone number?" Yup! Yup! Yes, you have to! But I pursed my lips against my joyful heart.

"Sy base."

"You were more cunning at our first meeting. It's your karma. Your phone number, or you don't go back to your desk..." She smiled wide, of course I let you win, baby. I pretended to pick up the phone in my little bag.

"It's..." I gave you a screen that already opened the keypad. He accepted it with a smile and put his own number. Misscall to his own phone.

"My name is Louis Allen, I'm saying to you that you don't forget." And he returned my phone.

"I won't forget this time."

"You owe me dinner. Until when you're in NY."

"I don't know." I won't be frank with him, more mysterious you are, while he's curious.

"I'm going to London for dinner, if you're not here anymore." Now I'm laughing. I'm sure he wouldn't do that.

"I have to go back. All right I only owe you one dinner okay. But if I can't I willfully reject you. Sorry for your shirt." That was to make sure he called me as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry."

I waved away at him. It seems my approach was a success.

"He's gone, without suspicion." Kelly's team that followed him confirmed.

"Alright, just wait for him to call." The second approach is complete.