Chapter 243: I’m So Ridiculous
Chapter 243: I’m So Ridiculous
I’m talking about the suit he wore at his birthday party.
It’s nice, but I’m just praising him to make him feel good, so that he will find that suit to wear.
However, I’m a little uncertain about it. Will Frances, who is used to praise, take my flattery?
Anyway, it will do as long as he doesn’t open my wardrobe.
He is slightly stunned and pauses for a long time before he asks, “Do I look good in it?”
“Absolutely. You look gorgeous in that suit.”
In case that he won’t believe me, I nod repeatedly and then look at him with a sincere look on my face.
Perhaps he has taken my flattery. Frances holds his hand back and goes back to his room.
It was so close!
I breathe a sigh of relief and feel like having a spark in my throat.
I’m too thirsty.
I walk downstairs to get a glass of water. When I pass the living room, I see Frances sitting on the sofa, wearing the dark gray suit I said.
There is a hint of anticipation in his eyes when he looks at me.
Men like to be flattered by others.
I walk to him and look at him with satisfaction. “It looks like the suit is tailor-made for you. I can’t take my eyes off you.”
“It is custom-made.” Frances says indifferently, but I can still tell from his casual tone that he is delighted.
This man is cute sometimes!
“It’s still early. Eat something before you leave. There’s some food in the electric cooker. I’ll make some dishes for you.”
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Perhaps this is the last time I cook for him.
“Alright.”
He nods and sits there quietly.
There is no one else in the living room. In a trance, I feel that we are a couple, discussing what to eat for a meal.
“Frances,”
“Are you in the living room?”
But a voice soon breaks my beautiful dream.
Whitney opens the door and walks out of the room. As she has told Frances about the child, she doesn’t need to cover it up and walks downstairs cautiously and slowly.
I smile bitterly and go into the kitchen.
Then I hear Frances’ soft voice.
“I have to leave later.”
How naive am I to have those ridiculous thoughts just now.
They’re a couple, and there’s no space for me in this family. I’m leaving, but I’m still expecting something.
After a while, I bring out the dishes, one vegetable and one meat. Frances doesn’t eat much, but Whitney eats a full bowl of food.
I don’t want to argue with her, so I keep silent.
After the meal, Frances stands up and walks outside.
Whitney pulls his arm and says coquettishly, “Frances, when will you come back?”
“The day after tomorrow.”
“Our baby and I will be waiting for you to come back. Take care of yourself.”
Whitney carefully adjusts his tie. To me, this scene is too glaring.
Their display of affection makes me more like an idiot.
The day after tomorrow, when Frances returns, he will live a happy life with Whitney.
And I will go to another country alone.
Frances changes his shoes and leaves. Whitney’s expression also changes. She says to me with a gloomy face, “Did Frances go to your room just now? What did you say to him? Did you tell him that it’s not his child?”