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 angry and continues with the

and

the pan and engulfs

It smells rather good.

my rumbling stomach

time and

ribs, stir-fried spinach, and vegetable soup.

isn’t as bad as

pick up the chopsticks and taste the stew ribs and it is

surprise and sees him grin at

“It’s easy to cook.”

and successfully makes up for the

is more important to fill my stomach first rather than to bicker with him. I stand up and ask, “Where is

Frances’ expression turns awkward.

I understand immediately.

you forgot to cook rice?”

be exact, I didn’t even buy

…

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

we finished everything including

say, I ate most of

who washes the

the dishes I find Frances sleeping