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?”

looks at me but isn’t angry and

preparation is complete and he

aroma rises from the pan

It smells rather good.

rumbling stomach and

in no time and starts to serve the

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

as bad as I

up the chopsticks and taste the stew ribs

look at Frances in surprise and sees him grin at

“It’s easy to cook.”

nonchalantly and successfully makes up for the

more important to fill my stomach first rather than to bicker with him. I

Frances’ expression turns awkward.

I understand immediately.

me that you forgot to cook

I didn’t even

…

the dishes. At least the

we finished everything

I ate most of

the one who washes the

dishes I find Frances sleeping