Love at First Night (Frank and Judith)

Chapter 137

Frank glanced at Judith and found that she was almost done. “Damn it!” Frank cursed secretly. If Frank walked through the lounge right now, Ann would know he had heard her conversation on the phone. Frank glanced down. Although it was on the second floor, it was still quite high. If Frank jumped down from here, he would break his legs. However, if Frank didn’t go out, Judith would come to get him when she was done. Thus, he would be exposed. Frank looked at his phone and quickly texted Judith. “Judy, tell Bryan to take Ann out. Do it quietly.” Then, Frank added a “hush” emoji. Judith was doing her hair, while her mobile phone and handbag were on the glass table. Judith heard the message notification sound, but she ignored it. Bryan was so busy working that he didn’t care about the sound, either. It was not his phone anyway. Bryan was always concentrated at work. While working, he hardly checked his phone or answered any calls. He would only check his phone after he was done with work. That was why Frank did not text Bryan. Frank knew that even if Bryan had a new message or an incoming call, Bryan would not stop to take a look. Hence, Frank had no choice but to text Judith. However, through the glass door, Frank saw Judith sit there with no intention of moving. Frank glanced at the handbag and phone on the glass table again, feeling dejected. The phone was so far away. No wonder Judy did not even so much as glance at it. Frank swallowed, wondering if jumping off the second floor was his only choice. Frank took a few steps forward and saw the fire pipe on the wall. Frank reached out to shake it and confirmed that it was quite sturdy. He figured it was strong enough to handle his weight.

Frank crawled out of the balcony as he cursed secretly. He held the fire pipe tight and quickly slid down. Frank felt that the time he had spent on exercise finally paid off at that moment. Frank successfully arrived at the first floor. Fortunately, there were no security guards around. If there had been, they would think he was a thief, wouldn’t they? Frank glanced at his hands, which had turned red because of