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

can also be

look at

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

except the boss.” Says Frances

Louis. How could I forget that this man

person who owes my boss 4 million. My stomach is already growling, so I sit down,

attention

mind paying attention to your

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him

girl will doll herself up for him who loves her. I don’t like you. Why

says nothing. He looks down and eats his

he has to pay attention to

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

ask me to go home early today?”

“Nothing.”

lightly, puts down his knife and

he finished his

he only eats a little of his steak?

look at Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and

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

bites, Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of wine in his