In My Desperate Time

Chapter 100 Don’t Call Me Lady

My whole body is frozen that I don’t dare to move.

If Noah Jefferson comes to talk to Frances Louis now, I would be dead.

Fortunately, Noah Jefferson doesn’t see Frances Louis. Frances Louis glances at me and then goes upstairs.

Without answering Noah Jefferson, I run out of the cafe. NôvelDrama.Org content.

I arrive at home, but Frances Louis is still out.

That's not surprising. I just ran into him in the cafe.

"Lady Jane, welcome back."

Betty comes over and greets me warmly.

I remember that Frances Louis told me not to cook, and I chose to let Betty do the cooking.

"Betty, you don't have to call me lady, call me Jane." I smile at Betty and say softly.

I am not a lady, I am only Frances Louis' mistress, or rather, a mistress living in the darkness.

Betty calls me lady. She probably doesn't know my identity.

"It is Master who tells me to call you lady, Lady Jane, please allow me."

Betty says to me.

Since she insists, I can’t refuse anymore, so I acquiesce in her calling me lady.

Betty cooks quickly. But it looks not good from appearance.

I taste a sweet and sour spare ribs, but it’s so insipid except the taste of meat.

Maybe Betty's cooking is insipid, I comfort myself.

Then I take a sip of the soup, and I almost pass out.

Too salt!

If it weren't for I don’t want to hurt Betty's feelings, I'd probably throw it up.

It seems Frances Louis is right that Betty doesn't cook very well.

"It tastes not good, right?" Betty sits across from me and says smilingly.

She sees me through and I am a little embarrassed. I smile awkwardly and say, "not bad."

"Don't lie to me. I know my cooking. I used to be good at cooking, but I had a serious illness two years ago. My hands and feet are less coordinated, and my hands always tremble when I put spices on dishes. Besides, my eyes and taste are not good. I am so useless. It is master's kindness that helps me stay. He would take care of me most of times, so he doesn't let me work much, but I still get paid."

Betty's words surprise me. I didn’t expect that Frances Louis, who seems cold on the surface, could have such a soft side in his heart.

If I hadn't told Betty to cook, she might still be enjoying her retired life at home. I never think my casual words would end Betty's happy life early.

"I'm sorry, Betty, but I didn’t know about your situation. If you don't mind, I will cook for you secretly whenever Frances Louis is not at home. I cook very well."

"OK, I will keep the secret."

Then, Betty and I have an agreement.

I eat a lot of food for the sake of Betty. As a result, I am so thirsty at night that I have to go downstairs to drink some water.

But there is no water in the fridge.

It’s not late, so I change clothes and go to the supermarket to buy some water back. As soon as I go out, I meet Frances Louis.

"Where are you going?" He frowns and asks me.

He asks like I am going to date with a man.

I roll my eyes, "To buy water. I am thirsty."

"Get in the car, I will go with you."

Since Frances Louis wants to go to the supermarket, I have no objection and get directly into the car.

Besides water, I also want to buy some daily necessities and snacks.

Frances Louis pushes the shopping cart and paces slowly behind me.

Suddenly I think we are like a couple living a simple life, leisurely strolling in the supermarket.

"What are you looking at?" Frances Louis asks.

"Nothing."

I am ashamed to turn my head aside. I don’t dare to say my real thoughts.

I turn my head and see the things on the shelf in front of me, I am a little disturbed.

Should I buy condoms?