In My Desperate Time

Actually, I dare not open the door.

I'm afraid it's Whitney Jordan. After all, she's Frances Louis’s real wife.

It doesn’t matter if we meet outside. If we meet here, how can I explain it?

I stand there, listening to the doorbell ringing for a long time, but I don’t have the courage to open it.

“Why don’t you open the door?”

Frances Louis comes down and asks me in a low voice.

I move my lips but no answer.

He glances at me, goes to the door and opens it. Then I see a man in a suit with a bow tie standing in the doorway. He looks like a waiter in a western restaurant.

No matter who he is, as long as he is not Whitney Jordan.

I hear him say something to Frances Louis in a low voice, then he gives him a large box and leaves.

Frances Louis takes the box to the table, then he turns to me and says, “Come here.”

He called me to come over, and I did.

He opens the box and takes out two dishes from it.

The smell of food floats out.

depending on

also be

look at Frances

located in the center of the city, but we live in the suburb. It should take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who just arrived made a special delivery. Are there so

except the boss.” Says

that this man has plenty of money? It is not weird that he has an antique store and a

million. My stomach is already growling, so

don’t have to pay attention to my manner and finish half of

you mind paying attention to

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

him and keep stuffing my

who loves her. I don’t like you. Why should I pay attention to

nothing. He looks

has to pay attention to

Louis told me to go home early today, but he

me to go home early today?” I ask

“Nothing.”

says lightly, puts down his knife and fork,

he finished

only eats a little of his steak?

Louis’s back confusingly, and I despise him wasting

his plate and prepare to eat the

goes downstairs, with a bottle of