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 the

can also be

at Frances

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

the boss.”

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

say as a person who owes my boss 4 million. My stomach

don’t have to pay attention to

paying attention to your table

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

him and keep

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

says nothing. He looks down

I know it’s not because he has to pay attention to his appearance in front of me, but because of his well-educated

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

you ask me to

“Nothing.”

puts down his knife and fork, and goes

finished his

a little of his steak? Why

at Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and I

a little hungry. So, I take his plate and

bites, Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a