My colleagues in the company are almost gone, so I consciously get in Frances Louis’s car.
“Why don’t you answer the phone?” Asks Frances Louis faintly.
“You come to me for this?” I ask Frances Louis.
I am considering whether to tell Frances Louis what happened this afternoon.
I can't get over how crazy Frank Noyes looked today.
Would Frances Louis be worried if I told him? Would he blame me for going back to my family again?
After thinking for a while, I decide to not mention to him.
There is no point in telling him because it is all over.
“Answer me.” Frances Louis says in a low voice impatiently.
I know if I don’t answer him, I would definitely make him angry, so I lie, “I accidentally broke the phone,
I am going to buy new one.”
Frances Louis, without any doubt, takes me directly to a mobile phone store and buy me a new phone.
I am wondering if he knows the call that Whitney Jordan got earlier.
Thinking of our underground relationship, I need know all information on both sides, so I ask Frances
Louis, “I called you this afternoon. Your wife answered.”
If Whitney Jordan is very suspicious, she will definitely find out about me, and that would be serious.
“I know, she asked me.”
What Frances Louis said makes my heart beat fast.
“What she asked?”
My heart almost jumps out of my throat. I still remember Whitney Jordan's terrible personality. When
the critical moment comes, will Frances Louis tell the truth, or will he save himself and rat me out?
I don’t know. This uncertainty makes me nervous.
“Don’t worry. I don’t have your number. I told her someone must have dialed the wrong number and
she wouldn't know.”
I am relieved.
Frances Louis didn't sell me out, and Whitney Jordan probably couldn't find me.
We go home together. The moment I come in; I find an unexpected visitor.
A seventy-year -old man is leisurely sitting on the sofa reading newspapers.
Is he…a thief?
Will a thief act so leisurely?
Until Frances Louis says lightly.
“Grandpa, why are you here?”
Grandpa?
He is Frances Louis’s Grandpa?
“I come to see you. Who is she?” The old man stands up and looks up and down at me.
“Jane Noyes.”
Frances Louis answers lightly, trying to take me upstairs.
“I am not asking her name. What’s the relationship between you?”
His grandpa keeps asking.
“The relationship you thought.” Frances Louis says.
His grandpa follows up, drawing me away from Frances Louis, and says sharply to him, “Are you mad?
Do you forget what kind of person Whitney Jordan is? Do you know what would happen if she found
out?”
The grandpa’s words make me realize Whitney Jordan's horrors. If she is just a spoiled daughter of a
rich family, they wouldn’t be afraid of her.
“She wouldn’t find out.” Frances Louis pulls me back again and takes me into the room.
“You are young. You don’t know how crazy a woman can be.”
His grandpa says behind us. It seems that he is saying to me. Then he sighs and go downstairs. I look
at Frances Louis. He looks not good.
I seldom go into Frances Louis’s room.
I feel uncomfortable as soon as I enter this room.
I don't understand why Frances Louis suddenly pulls me into his room, to escape his grandpa?
Frances Louis sits down on the bed, and looks at me seriously.
“Jane Noyes, I have something to tell you. Are you ready?”
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