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 be Kobe

can also

look at

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

except the boss.” Says Frances Louis

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

have nothing to say as a person who owes my boss 4 million. My stomach is already

to pay attention to my manner and finish half

you mind paying attention to

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him

loves her. I don’t like you. Why should

Louis says nothing. He looks down and eats

gracefully. But I know it’s not because he has to pay attention to his appearance in front

that Frances Louis told me to go home early

to go home early today?” I

“Nothing.”

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

he finished

feel wasteful when he only eats a little

look at Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and

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

downstairs, with a bottle of