In My Desperate Time

I feel that I am going to be killed by Noah Jefferson.
Why does he call when Frances Louis is here?
“Why don’t you answer the phone?”
Frances Louis smiles at me, which makes my hair stand on end.
I know that if I don’t answer it, Noah Jefferson would keep calling. He has always been stubborn.
There is nothing I could do but stand up with my cell phone and smile at Frances Louis, “I go out and answer the phone.”
He grabs my wrist and says in a low voice, “right here.”
Then, he glides on the screen and helps me answer it.
Damn you, Frances Louis!
Okay, I will answer it. I have nothing to hide!
“Hello, Noah Jefferson, what happened?” I ask.
“Why hang up the phone?” Noah Jefferson asks me.
“I clicked the wrong place.”
I am afraid that Frances Louis might think there is something between me and Noah Jefferson, so I say calmly.
“I'll pick you up at 2:00 this afternoon. Please send me your address.”
Then I remember that Noah Jefferson has an appointment with me for a movie this afternoon. If he hadn't called to remind me, I
would have forgotten. I'm still at Santos, and it's impossible to get back.
After thinking about it, I say to him, “I'm sorry, but I am in another city on a business trip now, sorry I forget to tell you. I can't go
today, maybe next time.”
Noah Jefferson keeps being silent for several seconds, presumably in frustration.
I don’t know what to say, so I say goodbye and hang up quickly.

There is no expression change on Frances Louis’s face. But he is like this most of the time, and I couldn't figure it out.
Lawrence Jordan, on the other hand, quips, “Who is he? Boyfriend? You still have another man besides Mr. Louis?”
“Shut up.” Before I could retort, Frances Louis interrupts him in a muffled voice.
The waiter returns with the seafood, Lawrence Jordan goes straight to the kitchen, saying he wants to cook by himself.
I have some doubts, the rich boy like him, mouth open for food, really know how to cook? Isn't it a dark cooking?
About an hour and a half later, Lawrence Jordan comes out with the cuisine.
The color looks appetizing and smells good, which doesn't seem as bad as I thought.
“Try my skill.” Lawrence Jordan spreads out his hands, looking pleased.
I have a try and it is really good.
Even Frances Louis fails to pick on him.
“Not bad? Not everyone can taste the work of a three-Michelin star chef.”
I couldn't help rolling my eyes as Lawrence Jordan praises his cooking.
It is really delicious, but could him keep a low profile?
The sound of high-heeled shoes suddenly comes from the door when we are having a good time. There are only us in the
restaurant. Someone comes and I couldn't help looking back.
It is a very beautiful woman, wearing dark glasses, hot chestnut waves, wearing a sexy open - slit cheongsam, looking charming
and delicate.
Guest?
The next second, she walks toward us. Know someone here?
Does she come for Frances Louis or Lawrence Jordan?
Lawrence Jordan's face becomes sullen suddenly and he whispers to Frances Louis, “You tell me, why is she here?”

He looks so frightened that he seems afraid of this woman.
Instead of answering him, Frances Louis raises his eyebrows and says, “what do you think?”
“Damn you Frances Louis! I was kind enough to treat you to a big dinner, and that's how you reward me!”
Then Lawrence Jordan runs into the kitchen.
The woman is called here by Frances Louis. I don't know why he did it to Lawrence Jordan.
The woman enters the kitchen angrily. Two minutes later, she comes out and grumbles to Frances Louis, “brother, he has run
away again!”
“Next time, if you don't wear high heels, he might not be able to run away so fast.” Frances Louis says flatly.
She's Frances Louis's sister, and my sense is that she likes Lawrence Jordan.
“But cheongsam must match high heels!” The woman curls her lips and takes off her sunglasses.
It seems different from what I thought. I thought she was a sexy woman, but now through her face, she is sexy and pure at the
same time.
I never know that Frances Louis has a sister. Of course, he doesn’t have to tell me.
Frances Louis doesn’t answer, and the woman's eyes turn to me. There is obvious surprise on her face.
“Who is she?”
I don’t know how to answer her.
I am Frances Louis’s mistress. But how could I tell her this?
“None of your business. Since you didn’t catch Lawrence Jordan, just go home.” Frances Louis orders her to leave
The woman stares at me for a few seconds, then she is suddenly enlightened.
“What if Shaw...”
Her words are blocked by the glance of Frances Louis.

I wonder what she's going to say next.
“Say what should be said, and pretend not to know what should not be said.” Frances Louis says to her.
“Yes, sir. I am leaving.” The woman nods and leaves stepping on her high heels.
After the meal, Frances Louis takes me back to Virginia.
As soon as we arrive at the villa, I see my mother sitting in front of Frances Louis's house.