In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 120

My back hits the hard wall, and the pain makes me frown.

"I don’t know you would be here, either."

I say honestly.

But Frances Louis doesn’t want to listen to me.

"What if you know?" He asks me in a low voice.

"I…"

"Honey, where are you, I also want to go to the bathroom."

Whitney's voice comes from not far away, which startles me. I tug Frances Louis's sleeve and say, "Go! don't let your wife find out."

I feel pathetic for myself. But life has never given me a choice.

Fortunately, Frances Louis doesn’t stay anymore and takes me to the bathroom.

I don’t want to go to the bathroom, so I just refine my makeup outside in order to stall for time.

Whitney stops in front of me and washes her hands gracefully.

Didn’t she say she wants to go to the bathroom? Why does she wash her hands first?

I think it is weird, but I am not familiar with her, so I don’t ask.

But Whitney speaks first.

"Miss Noyes is so talented in design. No wonder you are President Song’s favorite."

I smile politely at her without denying it, nor admitting it. At this time, I don't mind her misunderstanding the relationship between me and Steven Song.

"I work for Steven Song’s company because I like design." I say lightly and apply the lipstick.

Whitney also smiles and talks to me while applying makeup.

"It seems that President Song is Frances’s friend. They meet frequently."

I say nothing and I don’t know what Whitney wants to say.

She doesn’t seem to care whether I answer or not, and says to herself, "Mr. Song often takes you to various occasions. Have you ever seen any woman with Frances? The people around him and the cooperating partners are tight-lipped and no truth I can get from them. But my instinct tells me that he has kept a mistress. If it’s convenient, can you pay attention on it for me?"

Whitney asks me to keep an eye on the woman next to Frances Louis?

In fact, I really want to tell her that Frances Louis’s mistress is me.

It seems that Whitney has no doubts about me. But I know that there is no impermeable wall in the world. As long as I stay with Frances Louis, Whitney will find out the truth one day.

I am actually very nervous, but on the face, I have to pretend to be calm, "Since Mrs. Louis can’t trust him, why don’t you live with Mr. Louis?"

If you live with him, he will definitely let me go.

Whitney gives a wry smile and says, "It was me who asked not to live with him. I'm afraid I will hurt him again."

Again?

Did she do anything terrible to Frances Louis before?

"I’ll pay attention on it for you." I say to her.

I know very well that even if Whitney doesn't ask for my help, she will go to others. Instead of letting others discover me, I’d better do it myself. In this way, I can at least guarantee my safety.

Of course, Whitney doesn’t know what I am thinking. She smiles gratefully at me and says, "Thank you. If there is anything you need help in the work, I will try my best to help you."

After exchanging phone numbers, we go back together.

The cruise drives quickly, and an hour later, we have been far from the shore.

The cruise is driverless and computer controls throughout. Except for the four of us, there is no one else on the boat.

"Honey, I am a little hungry. What will we have for lunch?" Whitney asks.

"Don't worry, Jane Noyes can cook. I can ask her to make more dishes for you." Steven Song says lightly.

"Well, thank you Mr. Song." Whitney smiles.

Damn you! You don’t cook! I am the one who makes lunch and you are the one who is thanked?

I roll my eyes to Steven Song. Just when I want to cook, Frances Louis stands up and says, "I'll cook."

I just remember that Frances Louis has warned me not to go into the kitchen again.

But how could a person like him who can't even make brown sugar water know how to cook?