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

also

look at

live in the suburb. It should take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who just arrived made

boss.”

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

to say as a person who owes my boss 4 million. My stomach is

attention to my manner and finish half of

paying attention to your table

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

look up at him and

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

He looks down and eats

attention to his appearance in front of me, but because of his

that Frances Louis told me to go home early today, but

ask me to go home

“Nothing.”

down his knife

he finished

he only eats a little of his steak? Why order

confusingly, and

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

Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of wine