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

is complete and

pan and engulfs

It smells rather good.

stomach

finishes cooking in no time and

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

as bad as I

pick up the chopsticks and taste the stew ribs and

Frances in surprise and sees him grin at

“It’s easy to cook.”

and successfully makes up for the

stomach first rather than to bicker with him. I stand up and ask, “Where is the rice,

Frances’ expression turns awkward.

I understand immediately.

to cook rice?” I roll my

I didn’t even buy any

…

like that, Frances and I simply ate the dishes. At least the dishes are well seasoned and

we finished everything including the

I ate most

one who washes

the dishes I find