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.

steaks, and depending on the shape, it should be

can also be

at Frances Louis

an hour to drive here. The waiter who just arrived made a special

not, except the boss.” Says Frances Louis

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

My stomach is already growling, so I sit down, pick up a plate,

I don’t have to pay attention to my manner

attention to

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him

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

He looks down and eats his

eats gracefully. But I know it’s not because he has to pay attention to

Frances Louis told me to go home

why did you ask me to go home early today?” I

“Nothing.”

puts down his

finished his

eats a little of his steak? Why order takeout

at Frances Louis’s back confusingly,

his plate and prepare to eat the portion

Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of