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.

on the shape, it should

also

at Frances

half an hour

not, except the boss.” Says

man has plenty of money? It is not weird that he has an antique store and a western

boss 4 million. My stomach is already growling, so I sit down, pick up a plate, and

to pay attention to my manner and finish half of

mind paying attention

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

him and keep stuffing my

for him who loves her. I don’t like you. Why should I pay

He looks

I know it’s not because he has to pay attention to his appearance in front of me, but because of his well-educated

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

did you ask me to go home early

“Nothing.”

down his

finished his

when he only eats a little

Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and I

take his plate and prepare to eat the portion

downstairs, with a bottle of wine in