In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 437

Come to think of it, Frances is indeed four or five years older than me.

Probably....

Perhaps....

Maybe....

No!

That can't be true!

However, Frances nods at me, raises his eyebrows and says, "Yes."

I'm screwed.

I'm going to be mocked by Frances for the rest of my life.

If we can be together for a lifetime.

I support my forehead and ask Frances with a bitter face, "Then, how did you get the photo?"

Right this moment, the owner comes to us with food and interrupts our conversation.

"Here you are. It tastes batter when it's warm."

I smile at the owner and say, "I know, so I used to use an insulation box to keep it warm if I want to have them later."

Frances sits opposite me and suddenly peeks at me.

Why is he looking at me like that?

"Alright, enjoy the food. I should go and prepare. Soon the classes will over and many students will come."

The owner smiles and leaves to work. I glance at Frances and signal him to continue.

"To be honest, how can I forget about the girl who gave me the Viagra? Did you think that I'm impotent?"

As he says so, he looks at me ambiguously.

I blush, thinking of his extraordinary performance every night.

Damn it. If he is impotent, then no men in the world are potent.

If I can start over, I won't make this mistake that make Frances laugh at me for a lifetime.

Even my friends then did not know the secret.

At that time, I had a feeling of inferiority because of my poor family. I didn't want anyone to know about it, and I never told anyone.

I'm still not at ease when Frances mentions it.

"It's nothing. I couldn't finish it at once. I kept it warm anyway."

"Do you really think your insulation box worked that well?"

Frances looks at me and says in a slightly sarcastic tone.

What does this mean?

If it weren't for the insulation box, how could I have a warm meal every afternoon?

Suddenly, the words of the restaurant owner popped into my head.

Every afternoon, Frances would come here to pack up a fried rice.

Does he...?