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.

are two well-done steaks, and depending on the shape, it should

can also

look at Frances

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

not, except the boss.” Says

eyes to Frances Louis. How could I forget that this man has plenty of money? It is not weird

My stomach is already growling,

have to pay attention to my manner

attention

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

up at him and keep stuffing

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

He looks down and eats his steak

because he has to pay attention to his

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

ask me to go home early

“Nothing.”

lightly, puts down his knife and

finished

wasteful when he only eats a little of his steak? Why order takeout when he

back confusingly,

feel a little hungry. So, I take his plate and prepare to eat the

suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of wine in his