Chapter 277 Everything

I feel a little awkward, how does old Mister Louis know about this.

But I still listen to what he asked me and take out the things from my bag, and hand it over to him.

“Mister Louis, how do you know about this?” I ask, feeling a little ashamed.

Old Mister Louis smirks while looking at me and says, “I didn’t know. But I heard him on talking on the
phone, asking someone to take the registration book to meet at the courthouse. At first I thought he
already found another seductress after getting divorced just recently. But now that I see you back here,
I know that it must be you.”

Seductress?

In my head I am still thinking about this word Mister Louis mentioned, not sure if it should make me
laugh or cry.

“You two belong together, but you should have smiled at least. This is not good. This will be there
forever, you really should have prepared better. Should you retake the picture?” Old Mister Louis asks
me.

Forever?

I laugh, but don’t answer his question.

How can I ever be with Frances forever.

Even though I don’t really know what he wants to do, as soon as I have achieved my own goal, I will
leave again.

Me and him, have never talked about forever.



“Who retakes wedding pictures, I guess it’s fine as it is.”

I say calmly, take back the marriage certificate, and put it back in the bag.

This moment, Frances comes down the stairs, and asks me, “What should we eat for dinner? I will go
and cook it.”

He cooks?

In my head, I suddenly remember the horrible dishes he once made. I press my lips together, and force
a smile on my lips, “I don’t think you should cook. I don’t really wanna eat anything.”

Frances though acts as if he hasn’t heard me talk, and keeps walking towards the kitchen.

About half an hour later, he comes out with a few dishes.

Sweet and sour pork loin, hot and sour potato shreds, vinegar fish, sauerkraut vermicelli soup.

There are three dishes and a soup, which gives me a very familiar feeling.

“Why is it all sour dishes, did you have too much vinegar?” Old Mister Louis laughs.

When he says that, I suddenly remember that these were the dishes I made when I was pregnant. That
time Whitney was still there, and even Silvia came.

Frances has cooked all these dishes exactly the same as I did before, it not only looks good, but smells
delicious.

Except for, I was pregnant at that time when I liked to eat all this. Now, I don’t anymore.

Is Frances trying to remind me of the thing about my baby?



He was the one who heartlessly killed my child, and now he is rubbing it in?

My hate suddenly starts boiling.

I clench my fists so hard that my fingernails are drilling into my own flesh, only so I can keep myself
from exploding right now.

I sit down silently, and take some of the food. Then I stop.

It’s really delicious.

It’s even better than when I cook it myself, it is even so good that it is comparable to the ones sold in
five star restaurants. Frances used to be a horrible cook, what happened for his food to turn out so
well?

If I hadn’t seen him in the kitchen with my own eyes, I would have thought he ordered this somewhere.

But even though it tastes good, I am reminded of my child, and suddenly I lose all my appetite. I only
take a few bites, and put down my chopsticks, saying to Frances, “I will go back to pack some things,
be right back.”

“No need, there is everything here.”

Frances answers, and when he sees that I have put down my chopsticks, he knits his brows, “Are you
done?”

“Yeah.”

“Come with me.”



I follow behind him the stairs up, into his room, and then I suddenly realize what he means when he
said there everything is here.


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