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,

also be

look at Frances

city, but we live in the suburb. It should take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who just

except the boss.”

I roll my eyes to Frances Louis. How could I forget that this man has plenty of money? It is not weird

as a person who owes my boss 4 million. My stomach is already growling, so I sit down, pick up a plate, and begin

attention

attention

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him

will doll herself up for him who loves her. I don’t like you. Why should I pay attention to my

says nothing. He looks down and eats his steak

gracefully. But I know it’s not because he has to pay attention to his appearance in front

Louis told me to go home early today, but he hasn’t told me the

why did you ask me to go home

“Nothing.”

puts down his knife and fork, and goes

he finished

a little of his steak? Why order takeout when he

Louis’s back confusingly, and

take his plate and prepare to eat the portion of beef he doesn’t

bites, Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a