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.

depending on the shape, it should

also

look at Frances Louis

be located in the center of the city, but we live in the suburb. It should take half an hour to drive here. The

the boss.” Says Frances Louis

and I roll my eyes to Frances Louis. How could I forget that this man has plenty

stomach

Louis, I don’t have to pay attention to my

attention to your table

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

him and keep stuffing

loves her. I don’t like

nothing. He looks down

pay attention to his appearance in front

me to go home early

Louis, why did you ask me to

“Nothing.”

puts down his knife

he finished

he feel wasteful when he only eats a little of his steak?

back confusingly, and I despise

a little hungry. So, I take his plate and prepare to eat the portion of beef

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