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.

and depending on the shape, it should be

also be

look at

suburb. It should take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who just arrived made a special delivery. Are there so many waiters in

boss.” Says

forget that this man has plenty of money? It is not weird that he

4 million. My stomach is already growling, so I sit down, pick up a plate, and begin to

have to pay attention to my manner and finish half

attention to your

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him

herself up for him who loves her. I don’t like you. Why should

Louis says nothing. He looks

pay attention to his

recall that Frances Louis told me to go home early today, but he hasn’t told

you ask me to go home

“Nothing.”

his knife and fork, and

he finished his

only eats a little of his steak? Why order takeout when he

at Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and

still feel a little hungry. So, I take his plate

few bites, Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of wine in his