In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 91

What could make Frances Louis look so serious in the world?

As an expressionless person in any situation, how come he is so serious now?

“What happened?”

I ask him with my voice trembling. Although I don’t know why I feel so nervous.

“Come here and sit.”

He beckons to me to come over.

I walk over according to his commands and sit down beside him.

I usually behave myself in front of Frances Louis, except when he did something crazy.

Like before.

“You've met Whitney Jordan. What do you think?” He asks me suddenly.

I realize that he would talk about something concerning Whitney Jordan.

Does he want to end our relationship? I'd love that.

My joy is beyond expression.

“I think she is nice. She's prettier than me, nobler than me, classier than me. Your union is made by heaven! Why you stay with me? You’d better live your life with such a good wife.” I ask a question that has haunted me for so long.

But I think what I said is ridiculous.

As a mistress, I suggest he go back to his family. I must be the only and most ridiculous mistress in the world.

Talent, appearance and background, I can't beat Whitney Jordan in any of them.

No, I got one.

My breasts are a little bigger than hers.

“You can't wait to leave me, right?.” Frances Louis suddenly turns and asks me.

His eyes are so deep that my heart, which wants to say ‘yeas’, is suddenly afraid.

“Just tell me.” I change the subject, “I am ready. Don’t tantalize me.”

“Whitney Jordan is a psychopath.”

The understatement by Frances Louis comes as a bolt from the blue.

I look at Frances Louis blankly. It takes me a while to say, “Are you kidding me?”

I ask but I believe what he said. That's the only way to explain Whitney Jordan's unusual behavior.

“I wish I am kidding.”

“The psychopath is not allowed to get married. She is a lady of a famous family, and they wouldn’t violate the law deliberately. There is one possibility that she got ill after the marriage. You can’t abandon your wife who shared hardships with you together. You can’t abandon her because she has mental issues, nor thinking about getting divorce. The relationship between us isn't right, and ending it early is your right choice.”

I say to Frances Louis seriously.

But I don’t feel good when I say it.

I have to admit that I have a very special feeling for Frances Louis. But I've been repressing myself, afraid to admit it. Until today, I found that he had carefully completed all my documents, and the hidden love finally breaks through its shackles and becomes clear.

But all I can do is keep suppressing it.

I hate being a mistress, and I don't want to destroy his family.

“Do you really think so?” Asks Frances Louis, frowning at me.

“Yes.” I bite my lips, “But why is she mentally ill?”

“Her illness is all because of me.”

Because of Frances Louis?

I don’t understand.

I want to ask more, but Frances Louis’s phone rings.

He goes out to answer the phone, then he leaves.

Knowing such big news, I am disturbed. I also feel a little hungry.

I haven't seen the housekeeper since I've lived here. I think Frances Louis must have taken me for a cheap housekeeper.

Never mind, I need to eat something. I don’t have time to argue with him.

As soon as I enter the kitchen, I see his grandpa stirring something in the pan.

My sudden arrival frightens him.

He exclaims, and somehow the pot falls upside down and lays over the flames.

The fire goes out in an instant.

“You scared me. Can you make a sound when you walk?”

His grandpa says to me angrily.

As people get older, they will be particularly bad-tempered. I don't want to quarrel with an old man, so I apologize to him.

His grandpa feels awkward to blame me and goes out of the kitchen.

When he passes me, he suddenly stops and looks me up and down. Like he has known me for so long.

“Your name is Jane Noyes?”