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.

two well-done steaks, and depending on the shape, it should be Kobe

also be

at

take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who

except the boss.”

Frances Louis. How could I forget that this man has plenty of money? It is not weird that he has an antique

owes my boss 4 million. My stomach is

the presence of Frances Louis, I don’t have to pay attention to my manner

you mind paying attention to

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him and

I don’t like

Louis says nothing. He looks down and

he has to pay attention to his appearance in front of me, but because

I recall that Frances Louis told me to go home early today, but he

you ask me to go home early today?”

“Nothing.”

lightly, puts down his knife and fork, and

finished

wasteful when he only eats a little of his

at Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and

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

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