In My Desperate Time

Frances’ face suddenly turns gloomy.

He stares at me for a long time and speaks slowly. "I have already told you a long time ago. Mind your own business. Never ask about things that doesn’t concern you. Is it that difficult for you?"

Frances’ sudden indifference breaks my heart.

He doesn’t know that I am asking out of love.

Maybe it's best for him not to know for the rest of his life.

"It's not difficult. I'm just curious. I won't ask again if you don't want to talk about it." I grin at him reluctantly, take the bowl from his hand, and go straight downstairs.

As soon as I walk out of his door, I run into Mr. Louis who is looking around with his door opened.

"Oh, there you are, Jane. I was so hungry that I fell asleep just now. Hurry up and bring me the noodles."

I look at the bowl, and there is nothing left except the big bowl of soup.

How can I give it to Mr. Louis like this?

"There is nothing left here. But I will cook another bowl for you if you are still in the mood to eat.”

complicated anyway. It just takes some

His eyes suddenly

was drooling in my dreams, and I still can’t have it in reality!" Mr. Louis points at Frances

age. Isn't it good to go to bed and get up early? Having night snack is a

and

kid. How can you do this to

is so angry that he looks

can't help but want

looks like the grandfather and his grandson are going to

feel

the door and

pissed that I

downstairs to wash the dishes. Then I

is still arguing with Frances. In other words, he is

Frances is too

Maybe I

many missed calls on

him still makes me