Chapter 70 The mistress meets with the legal wife


    Honey?


    Immediately, I petrify there. No wonder, when Steven Song saw them, he looks like that he wants to tell


    me something.


    In fact, I have thought over and over that Frances Louis has other women.


    Last time at the hospital, I saw him holding a woman with a big belly.


    But I didn''t know he was married. And this woman is not the same as the woman with the big bellyst


    time.


    I don''t know how to describe how I was feeling, I just feel my head buzzing.


    I couldn''t hear any of the sounds around me, only the word "honey" ying back in my head.


    “Jane Noyes, are you okay?” Steven Song pushes me and looks at me concernedly.


    “Yeah. I go to the bathroom.”


    I get up from my seat and stumble toward the bathroom.


    Along the way, I bump into several people.


    When I finally stand in front of the mirror and look at the pale woman, I feel I am really ridiculous.


    It turns out that when the mistress meets with the legal wife, the mistress is like a drowned rat.


    I wash my face to calm down. Luckily, the makeup is waterproof, I put on more lipstick, take a deep


    breath and go back.


    Frances Louis look at my way. The emotion in his eyes is tooplicated for me to understand.


    Maybe he''s afraid that his wife would know my existence.


    I take out my phone and send him a message.


    “Don''t worry, your wife wouldn’t know my existence.”


    I smile wryly and put the phone back in my bag. I remember what Frances Louis’s sister saidst time


    she saw me, and now everything makes sense.


    For the next two hours, I am so calm that I don’t even look at Frances Louis.


    In other words, I automatically block him and his wife.


    After watching the show, I get up and walk outside first.


    Steven Song follows me, obviously he is a little worried about me.


    “Let’s go back to the hotel.” I turn to smile at Steven Song.


    “Stop smiling. You look terrible.” He says to me coldly.


    I look behind him. Frances Louis has gone out with his wife.


    His wife seems to be in a good mood, smiling around him.


    By contrast, Frances Louis''s expression is far too cold.


    “Please go and drive the car. I''m cold and want to go back to sleep.” I turn back and tighten up in the


    wind.


    Steven Song takes off his coat and puts it over my shoulders.


    “Wait here. I wille back soon.”


    Then he walks to the parking lot.


    Frances Louis also goes to drive, and the woman stands beside me like the most beautiful flower in the


    wind.


    There is about two or three meters between her and me. At such a close distance, I find that she is


    very tall.


    She is about 1.7 meters tall, about half a head taller than me. I am almost humbled to the dust standing


    in front of her.


    I feel ufortable.


    She notices that I am looking at her. She turns her head, looks at me and smiles.


    Her smile melts me even I am a woman.


    Frances Louis’s wife is one in a million. With such a beautiful wife, why does he want me?


    Or, is it true as the saying goes, wife is inferior to concubine, concubine inferior to steal?


    Steven Song drives the car and stops in front of me.


    When I get into the car, I couldn''t help looking behind through the rearview mirror.


    “Jane Noyes, are you in love with Frances Louis?”


    Steven Song''s words startle me, and I quickly shake my head in denial.


    “No way. I stay with him because I have no other ways. When I solve Frank Noyes’s problem, and I pay


    Frances Louis back, I’ll cut all my connections with him.”


    I say lightly.


    But I feel my words are not convincing.


    “I hope so. Frances Louis is definitely not someone you can afford to love.” Steven Song''s expression


    is the most serious I have ever seen. “If you can design some good luxuries, you can pay off Frances


    Louis in less than six months. But in the meantime, you mustn''t have crush on Frances Louis.”


    “I know. I have self-knowledge.” I answer.


    But my heart feels acerb and bitter.


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    I try to interpret this feeling as the awkwardness for the mistress meets with the legal wife.


    Steven Song doesn’t say more. He drives me back at the hotel.


    I am about to take off my makeup and take a shower when Steven Song knocks on the door with two


    boxes of takeout.


    “You didn’t have dinner. Don’t sleep now. Or you might go to the hospital again.”


    Steven Song opens the takeout and hands me one, “I bought it downstairs, just to fill the belly.”


    I have to say, Steven Song is really sweet.


    I gulp my meal and soon finish my share. Steven Song probably doesn’t like it. He didn''t eat much.


    After seeing Steven Song off, I take a shower and lie on the bed, checking Twitter. It urs to me that


    Frances Louis caught me saying bad words of him on Twitterst time.


    I search Frances Louis''s name and click into his homepage. It''s empty. There''s nothing in it.


    I curl my lips and my phone vibrates.


    It’s a message.


    The sender is Frances Louis.