In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 277

I feel a little awkward, how does old Mister Louis know about this.

But I still listen to what he asked me and take out the things from my bag, and hand it over to him.

“Mister Louis, how do you know about this?” I ask, feeling a little ashamed.

Old Mister Louis smirks while looking at me and says, “I didn’t know. But I heard him on talking on the phone, asking someone to take the registration book to meet at the courthouse. At first I thought he already found another seductress after getting divorced just recently. But now that I see you back here, I know that it must be you.”

Seductress?

In my head I am still thinking about this word Mister Louis mentioned, not sure if it should make me laugh or cry.

“You two belong together, but you should have smiled at least. This is not good. This will be there forever, you really should have prepared better. Should you retake the picture?” Old Mister Louis asks me.

Forever?

I laugh, but don’t answer his question.

How can I ever be with Frances forever.

Even though I don’t really know what he wants to do, as soon as I have achieved my own goal, I will leave again.

Me and him, have never talked about forever.

“Who retakes wedding pictures, I guess it’s fine as it is.”

I say calmly, take back the marriage certificate, and put it back in the bag.

This moment, Frances comes down the stairs, and asks me, “What should we eat for dinner? I will go and cook it.”

He cooks?

In my head, I suddenly remember the horrible dishes he once made. I press my lips together, and force a smile on my lips, “I don’t think you should cook. I don’t really wanna eat anything.”

Frances though acts as if he hasn’t heard me talk, and keeps walking towards the kitchen.

About half an hour later, he comes out with a few dishes.

It’s really delicious.

It’s even better than when I cook it myself, it is even so good that it is comparable to the ones sold in five star restaurants. Frances used to be a horrible cook, what happened for his food to turn out so well?

If I hadn’t seen him in the kitchen with my own eyes, I would have thought he ordered this somewhere.

But even though it tastes good, I am reminded of my child, and suddenly I lose all my appetite. I only take a few bites, and put down my chopsticks, saying to Frances, “I will go back to pack some things, be right back.”

“No need, there is everything here.”

Frances answers, and when he sees that I have put down my chopsticks, he knits his brows, “Are you done?”

“Yeah.”

“Come with me.”

I follow behind him the stairs up, into his room, and then I suddenly realize what he means when he said there everything is here.