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, it should

can also be

look at

of the city, but we live in the suburb. It should take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who just arrived made a special delivery. Are there so many waiters in

boss.”

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

million. My stomach is already growling, so I sit down, pick up a plate, and begin to

pay attention

mind paying attention

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him and

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

attention to his appearance in front of me, but because of his well-educated

go home early today, but he hasn’t told

ask me to

“Nothing.”

says lightly, puts down his knife and fork, and goes

finished

a little of his steak? Why order takeout

look at Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and I despise him

feel a little hungry. So, I take his plate and prepare to

downstairs, with a bottle of wine in