You Complete Me novel (Skylar and Coralie)
Chapter 130

"Franklin?" Coralie looked at Franklin in a daze and recognized him. She quickly grabbed his hand and said, "Take me away, get me out of here, thank you." Coralie's voice was soft, but Franklin still managed to pick up what she said.

"Okay."

Franklin held onto Coralie and was about to walk out of the bar.

"Don't go, you..."

Billy still wanted to chase after Coralie, but a guest who frequented the bar quickly grabbed him and said, "Forget it, he's a big shot. We can't afford to mess with him."

Franklin safely brought Coralie away from the bar.

"I'll take you home."

In fact, Franklin had also heard about the incident between Coralie and Valerie. Earlier, Amelia contacted Franklin and told him that Coralie walked into this bar. She was worried that something bad might happen to Coralie, so she asked Franklin to look for her.

"Okay." Coralie then shook her head. "Could you take me somewhere else to drink? I want to drink."

She staggered and then slumped at the roadside, her head drooped.

"Don't drink anymore. You're wasted."

If Coralie was sober, Franklin could still be in the mood to tease her.

But now Coralie was inebriated. Although he didn't know exactly what happened, he could still figure it out.

Since Amelia was the one who informed him, Coralie must have met her.

Franklin knew Amelia very well. Amelia was a scheming vixen in her past, and her skills were unrivaled.

"But I'll feel sad if I don't drink."

"Even if you're sad, you shouldn't be sitting here. Get in the car and tell me what happened."

Franklin could see that Coralie would probably black out if she continued drinking. He didn't know where Skylar's house was. It would be hard for him to bring her home if Coralie fell asleep. "I don't want to say anything, I can't say."

Coralie sat there with her arms around her knees and her head resting on them. She was steeping in grievances.

"Then I'll sit with you for a while."

Franklin didn't know what to do. Coralie didn't say anything and she didn't want to leave. She just wanted to drink.

Coralie sat there and stared at the ground for a long time. Only after that she voiced, "I have done something wrong. I can never make it right."

"What's wrong?"

"Valerie lost a leg because of me. She's very ill now."

Coralie rested her head on her knees and muttered slowly. Her voice was very soft.

"You caused it?"

Franklin frowned. The story he was notified of wasn't like this. He was told that both Valerie and Coralie was involved in a car accident where Valerie lost a leg while Coralie lost her baby.

"Yes, Valerie went to the mountain with me. If I didn't go, she wouldn't have followed."

Coralie nodded. Her long hair hung down, covering half of her face. Franklin squatted opposite her. Although he couldn't see her expression clearly, he could discern tears falling from her cheeks to the corner of her mouth.

Franklin looked at her. Perhaps out of his womanizer habit, he naturally raised his hand and wiped the tears off her cheeks with his thumb. "Tell me the story. Don't cry, it's not your fault."

Coralie seemed to be afraid that her crying face would be seen by Franklin, so she buried her face between her knees.

Then, she didn't say anything.

Franklin knelt in front of her. After waiting for a long time, he felt that something was wrong and patted Coralie's shoulder with his hand. "Coralie? Coralie?"

Coralie's head drooped onto his arm. Franklin looked at her and found that she had fallen asleep.

Helplessly, he carried Coralie into his car and then headed to a premium hotel nearby to stay the night.

After arriving at the hotel, Franklin booked a suite. He lay Coralie on the bed and was going to leave. However, when he thought that if she stayed here alone in her drunken state, it would not be considerate for him to leave her alone until the next morning...

If something were to happen...

Franklin thought for a while and decided to sleep on the sofa for the night.

He covered Coralie with the quilt, and then went into the bathroom for a shower. When he came out again in a bathrobe, he saw that Coralie was already sleeping soundly.

Franklin stood at the door and watched as Coralie slept. It was totally different from her previous cold and reserved aura.

The corner of his mouth could not help but curl into a smile.

Nothing happened that night.

The next morning, Franklin was in a daze when he heard someone knocking on the door.

"Who is it?"

Franklin was wearing a bathrobe. Half awake, he walked towards the door and wanted to open it.

"Your breakfast, sir."

"Did I order breakfast?"

Franklin was sleepy, and his mind was not awake yet. He thought it was the hotel's service to provide breakfast to the suite. He then opened the door. Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, more than a dozen reporters suddenly barged in and the sound of camera shutters reverberated in the room.

"Mr. Moore, last night, someone tipped us off that Miss Allen, the popstar, stayed here with you last night. Is that true?"

"Mr. Moore, did you spend the night with Miss Allen?"

The reporters were taking photos and asking questions at the door.

Franklin was jolted awake in an instant. He seemed to realize what had happened and shouted, "Get out!"

However, at this moment, Coralie, who was sleeping on the bed in the inner room, was also awakened. She was still hungover and was in a daze. When she heard the sound outside, she came out of the bedroom and inquired, "What's wrong?"

When the reporters saw someone coming out of the bedroom, they took photos ravenously.

Then someone asked, "Who is this?"

"I've never seen her before. I don't care. Just take the pictures first!"

The reporters felt that it was a logical thing to do, so they took the pictures before anything else.

"Get out!"

Franklin realized that the situation was ominous. He quickly kicked the reporters out of the door and shut the door tight.

At this time, Coralie was also half awake.

She looked at Franklin, and then diverted her attention to herself. Although she was fully clothed, her clothes were messy and unbuttoned. Thinking about the reporters outside the door just now, the seriousness of the situation had finally sunk into her.

"What's going on?"

Coralie hadn't come to her senses until now. Why was she in the hotel? Why were there reporters outside the door?

"I'm sorry, you were drunk yesterday and fell asleep. I had no choice but to take you to the hotel. But you can rest assured that I haven't done anything to you."

Franklin quickly explained the matter to her.

"I know." Coralie was not stupid. She could feel that she was fine and he had done nothing to her. She looked at the door and asked, "But what happened at the door just now?"

Why did the reporters have to take pictures just now?

She stood at the door of the bedroom in disheveled clothes, while Franklin opened the door in a bathrobe.

Anyone who saw this scene would think of......

"This..." Franklin walked beside Coralie and said with a serious tone, "I think someone set us up."

As for who set them up, Franklin had an inkling.