In My Desperate Time

Chapter 182 It's a Small World

I feel nervous whenever I run into Frances when I'm with a man. Moreover, in a situation that I never predicted.

I only know that Frances is in France.

But France is so big, how can I run into him here?

I don't know if it's destiny... It seems that even if the world is bigger than this, I won’t be able to avoid him either.

“President Louis.”

Donny stays unaffected. He just walks over and greets Frances like that.

“Hello, Donny.”

Frances nods and smiles politely at Donny.

I don't find it strange that they know each other.

This social circle is not so big after all.

Frances glances at me and speaks indifferently, “Ms. Noyes is here too.”

He sounds unfamiliar and polite like he's keeping distance from me on purpose.

I take a look at Whitney beside him. She looks happy while leaning on Frances' shoulder.

This scene hurts my eyes.

They're husband and wife. Such action is very normal.

I keep consoling myself at heart, but I don't feel any better.

“Jane, long time no see.”

Whitney smiles and stretches her hand out at me.

I feel nervous once I see Whitney. Especially, when Frances is around.

I'm too scared that she'll notice me and Frances' relationship.

It's my fault for being a mistress.

“Where are you going?” says Donny.

“We're hungry so we're going to eat.” Frances answers indifferently.

Donny is glad to hear what he said. He immediately says, “What a coincidence, we're going to eat too... Let's go together.”

I look at Frances and shake my head at heart.

No, please...

I don't want to eat together with them. Such a cold and arrogant guy like Frances won't say yes, right?

I pray at heart for it.

On the contrary, Frances faintly smiles and says yes.

I can only go with them... Reluctantly.

I didn't expect Frances to have a car here. All the way in France.

Donny doesn't drive and naturally gets on Frances' car.

Frances holds his forehead and speaks to Whitney, “My head hurts, you can drive it.”

“Are you okay? Do you need to go to the doctor?” This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Whitney asks him with full concern.

Frances shakes his head and speaks in a low voice, “No need. It's an old sickness, I just need a quick rest.”

Whitney doesn't say anything else and moves to the driver seat.

“I want to talk about some things with you, sit on the front passenger seat.”

Whitney looks at Frances in slight disappointment. Her mouth slightly moves like she wants to say something.

Frances just goes straight to the back seat.

There's no other choice, I reluctantly sit beside Frances.

Of course, I keep my distance from him.

I don't want Whitney to sense anything, so I should be careful.

“What kind of judge will you be this time? If you're the strict one, I'll just be the easygoing one.” says Donny.

It turns out that Whitney is also the judge of this competition. No wonder she's here. Then what about Frances? What is he doing here? Accompanying his wife?

“You know, I've always been strict.” Whitney says that indifferently.

They start to discuss about the competition. I'm a newbie so I can't really say anything.

I just sit there, feeling fully bored... Hoping that we can arrive at the restaurant faster.

Sitting with Frances is difficult for me, after all.

When I was thinking, a slightly cold hand suddenly lands on my hips.