“What are you doing here?”
Frances Louis lowers his head and looks at me with a cold face.
I am wondering why he is here.
“If you can come, why can't I? Don’t I have the right to look around even if I can't afford to buy them?” I
purse my lips.
I glance over at Donny, who is surrounded by women and doesn’t seem to notice anything over here.
“Jane Noyes, have you been getting bolder lately with some man backing you up?” He smirks coldly
and moves closer towards me.
I take a couple of steps back, look around in panic, and say, “don't get that close to me in public, if
Whitney Jordan finds out, I'll be dead. By the way, don’t ask me to choose any presents to your another
woman. If Whitney Jordan checks the store and finds out I was with you that time, I'll be dead.”
“You don’t have to worry about these things, just do your part. You don't have to worry about Whitney
Jordan.”
He says coldly and takes a large step towards outside.
I look towards where he has just come out and there seems to be an office. He should be here to talk
business with someone.
The clerk sees him come out and quickly moves away from Donny and bows respectfully towards him,
“Mr. Louis, please take care.”
The staff breathe a sigh of relief until he is out of sight. I breathe a sigh of relief too.
Luckily, Frances Louis doesn’t realize I am here with Donny, or he probably would be mad again.
It is already nine o'clock in the evening when I go out of DS with Donny.
Donny touches his stomach and says, “I am a little hungry.”
He is hungry again? I haven’t digested the fried rice I ate yet.
“How did you get hungry so fast?”
“Maybe I am not hungry, just want to eat something. Life is all about food and drink. Come on, let's go
get a night snack.”
I know a place where, in the midnight, there are many stalls on both sides of the road. And the food
there is so delicious.
Donny couldn't move his legs when he sees the food there.
Who would have thought that Donny, the famous designer is a foodie as well?
Donny orders some shashliks and two large plates of crawfish.
“Why did you order so much, can you finish them all?” I look at him in surprise and ask.
“You don't know, my favorite Chinese food is spicy crawfish. But before, I don't know if it's because I
went to the wrong place, I can't always get the real spicy crawfish. I just tried one from another table,
and it's really good, so if I don't eat enough, that would be a big mistake!”
When the crawfish is served, I really got to see Donny's real appetite.
For two large plates of crawfish, I eat about ten of them, but all of the rest is finished by himself.
In the end, he even packs a big plate to take away before leaving with satisfaction.
After the snack, Donny insists on driving me back home.
But I can’t let anyone know about my relationship with Frances Louis.
So, I shake my head at him and say, “No, I'll go back by myself. You go back and finish this pile of
crawfish. It won't taste good if it gets cold.”
Hearing what I say, Donny dismisses the idea of sending me home.
I take a taxi to Frances Louis’s house.
It is already ten o'clock. I come back so late.
I hope he’s asleep and has no time to deal with me.
When I get home, I find Frances Louis sitting on the couch, looking down at his phone.
He looks up at me just as I get in.
“Where have you been? Why are you so late?”
“I went out to the mall for a while, you saw me,” I say.
I am not lying anyway. I have nothing to feel guilty about.
“Then why didn't you buy anything?” He gives me a faint glance and asks.
“Who says I have to buy something if I go to the mall? I have the right to look around even if I can't
afford one.” I purse my lips.
I would never tell him that Donny and I have spent pleasant hours together. It isn’t that I am guilty, it is
that this man is too unreasonable.
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