I don’t know what the look on Noah’s face is right now.
Shock? Contempt? Helplessness? Or something else.
His complex look traps me in such an awkward situation that I barely can stand it.
What is happening is still too much for me to take in despite the fact that I knew he would be violently
stirred if he was told so.
But I know I have to speak up about it.
Otherwise, it would be too unfair to him.
Noah gazes at me for a long time before he finally stands up and says awkwardly, “I have things to do,
and I’m afraid I have to take my leave.”
In my heart, a slight bitterness spreads.
As expected, this is too much for Noah to accept me.
I even thought if he was really willing to have the present me, I would like to live an ordinary and simple
life with him after leaving Frances.
It is definitely unfair to him, but if so, at least I’ll lead a happy life for the rest of my life.
After he left, I got to know that he even didn’t pay the bill.
Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore.
Having paid my bill, I go out and look around, finding that the car that followed me is gone now.
So the car may have left here.
But what puzzles me is who on earth is following me.
I come back home and find Frances is out. It’s already past eight o’clock. But I feel hungry now.
I didn’t eat anything in the restaurant.
Frances has set it as a rule that I’m not allowed to go to the kitchen. But this is a place where no
restaurants would like to deliver take-out here. Can’t I just do something to get rid of my hunger?
Suddenly, the phone rings. It is a call from Frances.
“My mom will come here today. You definitely would like to have a dinner with her.”
His mother?
I immediately get nervous, having the feeling of meeting my boyfriend’s parents in a formal occasion.
But why I’m the one to meet his mother. It should be Whitney.
“You have twenty minutes to get yourself ready. I’ll pick you soon.”
He hung up before I had a chance to reject him. I have no choice but to do as he told. I change into
clothes that look appropriate and decent and do a little makeup, waiting for Frances at home.
Soon, a sound of car engine shutting off is heard outside the door.
I walk out, but Frances frowns when he has a sight of me.
“Why do you dress like this?”
“What’s wrong with my dressing?”
I am in a white dress with a V-neckline design, which perfectly shows off my shapely figure.
The Louis is a well-established and prestigious family, so they would definitely go to a fancy place for
dinner. What if I got kicked out for not dressing formal suit?
“Go for a simple suit, just the ones you usually wear for dinner.”
I have no idea about his intention, but I still do as he told.
After changing, we go to the restaurant together.
As soon as I walk in, an elegant lady catches my eyes.
That lady looks like Frances in appearance, so I guess she may be his mother.
As expected, Frances take me towards her.
“Nice to meet you, Mrs Louis.”
I greeted her embarrassedly, not sure it was natural or not.
The smile on her face breaks my concern. She says to me, “So you must be Jane Noyes?”
She knows me?
Maybe Frances has told her about me.
I nod and look at Frances with unease, really having no idea on how to continue the conversation.
“You look like a good girl.” his mother continues and wears a gentle smile.
Good girl?
I’m his son’s mistress. How can someone like me be good girl?
I can’t bear such a compliment.
I force a smile and reply, “Mrs Louis, you should know my relationship with Frances. I don’t deserve “a
good girl”.”
She shakes her head for denying and says, “I say you are, then you are a good girl. I trust Frances’s
taste.”
I don’t argue with her anymore, just smiling at her awkwardly.
Before food is served, Frances gets up and goes to the bathroom.
As soon as he left, his mother’s graceful and proper smile freezes on her face.
“Although you are a good girl, I need you to leave my Frances.”
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