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?”

me but isn’t

complete and he turns

pan and engulfs

It smells rather good.

my rumbling stomach and

finishes cooking in no time and

ribs, stir-fried spinach, and vegetable soup.

isn’t as bad as

chopsticks and taste the stew ribs and it

look at Frances in surprise and

“It’s easy to cook.”

makes up for the porridge

than to bicker with him. I stand up and ask, “Where is

Frances’ expression turns awkward.

I understand immediately.

that you forgot to cook rice?” I

I didn’t even

…

At least the dishes are well seasoned and

finished

say, I

who washes the plates

the dishes I find Frances sleeping on the