In My Desperate Time

Humph. I ignore him.

When I cool down, I realize that all that just happened were like what a couple does.

I don’t know when I started to have feelings for this man. It was supposed to be a transactional relationship without feelings but I started to fall too deep into it.

If I don’t sort out these feelings, I will definitely be bitterly hurt in the end.

Because Frances will still be heartless even if I give my heart to him.

Frances takes the groceries to the kitchen.

Since it is an open kitchen, I can see his every movement from where I sit.

It’s rare to find a man who looks so dashing even when he is cooking.

Frances places his cell phone on one side and looks at it repeatedly. I’m thinking that he must have found a recipe and is following its steps.

His actions are elegant and mesmerizing. Everything that he does is methodical and looks very professional.

If it wasn’t for the witches’ brew that traumatized me, I will take him as a legit chef.

“You’re looking at me?”

He suddenly looks up, which startles me, as I am observing Frances cut the vegetables.

The heartbeat is intense but outwardly I maintain a devil may care attitude and say, “Can’t I look at how a witches’ brew is been made?”

but isn’t angry

is complete and he

from the pan and engulfs the

It smells rather good.

rumbling stomach

no time and starts to serve

fish, stew ribs, stir-fried spinach, and vegetable soup. It looks

isn’t as bad as

chopsticks and taste the

Frances in surprise and sees him grin

“It’s easy to cook.”

says nonchalantly and successfully makes

rather than to bicker with him.

Frances’ expression turns awkward.

I understand immediately.

to cook rice?” I

be exact, I didn’t even

…

At least the dishes are well

end, we finished everything including

say, I ate

the one who washes the plates after the

doing the dishes I find Frances