In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 66

I feel that I am going to be killed by Noah Jefferson.

Why does he call when Frances Louis is here?

“Why don’t you answer the phone?”

Frances Louis smiles at me, which makes my hair stand on end.

I know that if I don’t answer it, Noah Jefferson would keep calling. He has always been stubborn.

There is nothing I could do but stand up with my cell phone and smile at Frances Louis, “I go out and answer the phone.”

He grabs my wrist and says in a low voice, “right here.”

Then, he glides on the screen and helps me answer it.

Damn you, Frances Louis!

Okay, I will answer it. I have nothing to hide!

“Hello, Noah Jefferson, what happened?” I ask.

“Why hang up the phone?” Noah Jefferson asks me.

“I clicked the wrong place.”

I am afraid that Frances Louis might think there is something between me and Noah Jefferson, so I say calmly.

“I'll pick you up at 2:00 this afternoon. Please send me your address.”

Then I remember that Noah Jefferson has an appointment with me for a movie this afternoon. If he hadn't called to remind me, I would have forgotten. I'm still at Santos, and it's impossible to get back.

After thinking about it, I say to him, “I'm sorry, but I am in another city on a business trip now, sorry I forget to tell you. I can't go today, maybe next time.”

Noah Jefferson keeps being silent for several seconds, presumably in frustration.

I don’t know what to say, so I say goodbye and hang up quickly.

There is no expression change on Frances Louis’s face. But he is like this most of the time, and I couldn't figure it out.

Lawrence Jordan, on the other hand, quips, “Who is he? Boyfriend? You still have another man besides Mr. Louis?”

“Shut up.” Before I could retort, Frances Louis interrupts him in a muffled voice.

The waiter returns with the seafood, Lawrence Jordan goes straight to the kitchen, saying he wants to cook by himself.

I have some doubts, the rich boy like him, mouth open for food, really know how to cook? Isn't it a dark cooking?

About an hour and a half later, Lawrence Jordan comes out with the cuisine.

The color looks appetizing and smells good, which doesn't seem as bad as I thought.

“Try my skill.” Lawrence Jordan spreads out his hands, looking pleased.

I have a try and it is really good.

Even Frances Louis fails to pick on him.

“Not bad? Not everyone can taste the work of a three-Michelin star chef.”

I couldn't help rolling my eyes as Lawrence Jordan praises his cooking.