In My Desperate Time

Chapter 158 Successfully Erase The Past

Humph. I ignore him.

When I cool down, I realize that all that just happened were like what a couple does.

I don’t know when I started to have feelings for this man. It was supposed to be a transactional relationship without feelings but I started to fall too deep into it.

If I don’t sort out these feelings, I will definitely be bitterly hurt in the end.

Because Frances will still be heartless even if I give my heart to him.

Frances takes the groceries to the kitchen.

Since it is an open kitchen, I can see his every movement from where I sit.

It’s rare to find a man who looks so dashing even when he is cooking.

Frances places his cell phone on one side and looks at it repeatedly. I’m thinking that he must have found a recipe and is following its steps.

His actions are elegant and mesmerizing. Everything that he does is methodical and looks very professional.

If it wasn’t for the witches’ brew that traumatized me, I will take him as a legit chef.

“You’re looking at me?”

He suddenly looks up, which startles me, as I am observing Frances cut the vegetables.

The heartbeat is intense but outwardly I maintain a devil may care attitude and say, “Can’t I look at how a witches’ brew is been made?”

Frances looks at me but isn’t angry and continues with the preparation.

The preparation is complete and he turns around to cook.

The aroma rises from the pan and engulfs the entire house.

It smells rather good.

I rub my rumbling stomach and feel rather hungry.

Frances finishes cooking in no time and starts to serve the dishes.

Sweet and sour fish, stew ribs, stir-fried spinach, and vegetable soup. It looks very appetizing and smells marvelous.

It isn’t as bad as I thought.

I pick up the chopsticks and taste the stew ribs and it is delicious!

I look at Frances in surprise and sees him grin at me cheekily.

“It’s easy to cook.”

He says nonchalantly and successfully makes up for the porridge incident.

It is more important to fill my stomach first rather than to bicker with him. I stand up and ask, “Where is the rice, I’ll dish them.”

Frances’ expression turns awkward.

I understand immediately.

“Don’t tell me that you forgot to cook rice?” I roll my eyes.

“To be exact, I didn’t even buy any rice.”

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Just like that, Frances and I simply ate the dishes. At least the dishes are well seasoned and it is fine without the rice.

In the end, we finished everything including the soup.

Needless to say, I ate most of it.

Naturally, I am the one who washes the plates after the meal.

After doing the dishes I find Frances sleeping on the sofa.

I’m not sure if something happened to his company. These few days I often see him working late into the night.

I walk over and take a blanket to cover him.

Frances opens his eyes and looks defensively at me.

Only when he realizes that it was me did his glare soften.

“Sleep if you are tired. You can always do it tomorrow.” I say softly.

He looks at me, sits up, and starts to look at the data on the computer. NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

“Go ahead and sleep.”

I know that Frances will not listen to what I say and proceed upstairs.

I take a shower and then go to bed early.

When I wake up early the next day, Frances is no longer downstairs. I look in his room and he isn’t there as well.

This place is rather far from his company. It’s a good thing that I don’t have to work and don’t have to worry about being late.

It is too boring without anything to do. I return to the bedroom to draw but my mind was blank.

Perhaps my previous plagiarisms affected me too much. Now my mind is blank without a trace of inspiration.

Whitney calls.

I look at the vibrating phone not knowing if I should answer.