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

can also

at Frances Louis

should be 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

except the boss.” Says

my eyes to Frances Louis. How could I forget that this man has plenty of

boss 4 million. My stomach is already growling, so I sit down, pick up

I don’t have to pay attention to my manner and

you mind paying attention to your

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him

don’t like you. Why should I pay

He looks down

not because he has to pay attention to

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

why did you ask me to go home early

“Nothing.”

down his knife and

finished

he feel wasteful when he only eats a little of his steak?

Louis’s back confusingly,

little hungry. So, I take his plate and

few bites, Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs,