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 and continues with the

is complete and he turns around to

pan

It smells rather good.

stomach and feel rather

finishes cooking in no time and starts to serve

stir-fried spinach, and

as bad

chopsticks and taste

Frances in surprise and sees him grin at me

“It’s easy to cook.”

says nonchalantly and successfully makes up for

to bicker with him. I stand up and ask, “Where is the rice, I’ll

Frances’ expression turns awkward.

I understand immediately.

tell me that you forgot to

exact, I didn’t even buy any

…

dishes. At least the dishes are well seasoned and it is fine without the

finished everything including

say, I

who washes the plates after the

find Frances sleeping on