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?”
Frances Louis says nothing. He looks down and eats his steak gently.
He eats gracefully. But I know it’s not because he has to pay attention to his appearance in front of me,
but because of his well-educated manners.
Suddenly I recall that Frances Louis told me to go home early today, but he hasn’t told me the reason.
“Frances Louis, why did you ask me to go home early today?” I ask him.
“Nothing.”
He says lightly, puts down his knife and fork, and goes upstairs.
Has he finished his steak?
Doesn’t he feel wasteful when he only eats a little of his steak? Why order takeout when he isn’t
hungry?
I look at Frances Louis’s back confusingly, and I despise him wasting food.
Well, I still feel a little hungry. So, I take his plate and prepare to eat the portion of beef he doesn’t
touch.
After a few bites, Frances Louis suddenly goes downstairs, with a bottle of wine in his hand.
As soon as the meat on my fork reaches my mouth, I look at him in embarrassment, ashamed of
myself.
It turns out that he went up to get wine, I thought he finished eating.
I give him an awkward smile,
“You can tell me in advance that you go to get the wine…”
“So?”
Frances Louis raises his eyebrows at me, but his eyes fall on the piece of meat near my mouth.
So…so I eat your steak.
I murmur in my mind.
The next second Frances Louis comes over, snatches the fork from my hand, and puts the meat
directly into his mouth.
“Give it back!”
A boom blasts in my mind!
It has my saliva on it!
Although we had more intimate connections before. But I still feel a little embarrassed that he eats the
food that I have eaten.
Frances Louis takes away the plate in front of me and sits down opposite, with a calm and satisfied
expression.
“Not bad.”
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