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

look at Frances

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

not, except the boss.” Says

roll my eyes to Frances Louis. How could I forget that this man has plenty of money? It is

my boss 4 million. My stomach is already growling,

of Frances Louis, I don’t have to pay attention to my manner and finish half

mind paying attention to

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

him

her. I don’t like you. Why should I pay attention

He looks down and eats his

has to pay attention to

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

to go home

“Nothing.”

puts down his knife

he finished

a little

back confusingly, and I despise him

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

suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of