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 be

also

at Frances

take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who just arrived made a special

the boss.”

that this man has plenty of money? It is not weird that he has

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

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

paying attention to your table

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

look up at him and

don’t

says nothing. He looks

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

to go home early today,

Louis, why did you ask me to go

“Nothing.”

says lightly, puts down his knife

finished

a little of his

Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and I despise him

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

bites, Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a