In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 117

Actually, I dare not open the door.

I'm afraid it's Whitney Jordan. After all, she's Frances Louis’s real wife.

It doesn’t matter if we meet outside. If we meet here, how can I explain it?

I stand there, listening to the doorbell ringing for a long time, but I don’t have the courage to open it.

“Why don’t you open the door?”

Frances Louis comes down and asks me in a low voice.

I move my lips but no answer.

He glances at me, goes to the door and opens it. Then I see a man in a suit with a bow tie standing in the doorway. He looks like a waiter in a western restaurant.

No matter who he is, as long as he is not Whitney Jordan.

I hear him say something to Frances Louis in a low voice, then he gives him a large box and leaves.

Frances Louis takes the box to the table, then he turns to me and says, “Come here.”

He called me to come over, and I did.

He opens the box and takes out two dishes from it.

The smell of food floats out.

They are two well-done steaks, and depending on the shape, it should be Kobe Beef.

“Steaks can also be delivered?”

I look at Frances Louis confusingly.

This fancy restaurant should be located in the center of the city, but we live in the suburb. It should take half an hour to drive here. The waiter who just arrived made a special delivery. Are there so many waiters in the restaurant?

“Usually not, except the boss.” Says Frances Louis lightly.

My lips twitch and I roll my eyes to Frances Louis. How could I forget that this man has plenty of money? It is not weird that he has an antique store and a western restaurant.

I have nothing to say as a person who owes my boss 4 million. My stomach is already growling, so I sit down, pick up a plate, and begin to eat.

In the presence of Frances Louis, I don’t have to pay attention to my manner and finish half of the steak so quickly.

“Would you mind paying attention to your table manners?”

Frances Louis says disdainfully.

I look up at him and keep stuffing my mouth.

“A girl will doll herself up for him who loves her. I don’t like you. Why should I pay attention to my appearance for you?”