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.

on the shape, it should be

also be

at Frances Louis

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

the boss.” Says

roll my eyes to Frances Louis. How could I 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

presence of Frances Louis, I don’t have to pay attention to my manner and finish half of the steak so

paying attention to your table

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him and keep stuffing my

him who loves her. I don’t like you. Why

Louis says nothing. He looks

pay attention to his appearance in

go home early today, but he

did you ask me to go

“Nothing.”

says lightly, puts down his knife and fork, and

finished his

a little of his steak?

Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and I despise

still feel a little hungry. So, I take his plate and prepare to eat the portion of beef

Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of