In My Desperate Time

Violet quickly replies to my message.
"Is that really OK?"
"Is there a better way?" I reply.
After pondering for a while, Violet finally agrees with me.
I also know that my plan may not work, but there is no other way.
"When should we start? Then I can be prepared," Violet asks me.
Putting down the phone, I look up at Frances and say, "When do you think it would be better for me to do this?"
"Give me two days to get ready," Frances says.
I nod.
This plan is settled just like that.
Frances quickly finishes what he is doing today, but I have promised old Mr. Louis to stay out of his sight.
As a result, we have to eat out.
However, it is only seven after a slow supper.
No matter how early old Mr. Louis rests, it is impossible for him to go to bed at seven o'clock.
"What should we do? It's only seven o'clock." I look helplessly at Frances and then at the child in my arms, feeling extremely
depressed.
Perhaps I shouldn't have said this condition on the spur of the moment. Otherwise, we wouldn't be drifting outside like a
homeless person.
I guess the biggest difference between me and a homeless person is that a homeless person doesn't have a husband and kids
around, right?
"We finally share the beautiful time only with each other now. Isn't it nice to enjoy the rare moment?"

Frances smiles faintly, looking a little aggrieved.
"Earl is still here. There are three people." I purse my lips.
Speaking of which, we really don’t spend a lot of time alone
When the two of us are together, we always have misunderstandings and quarrels, and we never get close to each other.
By the time we show our love for each other, we already have a sweet little child.
However, I have never regretted it.
It is precisely because of this child that my life is so perfect. I finally get the warmth and sweetness of home that I yearn for.
"Then we send Earl away."
What? No!
I glare at Frances and say in a deep voice, "You don't want to give our child away, do you? Frances, if you dare to have such
thoughts, I won't let you get away with it!"
Earl is my life, even more important than Frances.
I have already made him suffer so much. I won't put him in any more danger.
Frances is probably shocked by my nervousness. After being stunned, he smiles at me and says, "Idiot, why would I give our
child away? He is important to you and more important to me. I just need him to temporarily leave us for a while so that we can
enjoy our time together."
What does he mean?
Just as I'm puzzled, someone suddenly walks in front of us and nods respectfully at Frances.
It is a man in his thirties. I have seen him in and out of the company, but he doesn't have a job in the company.
I don't know who he is, but I'm sure that he works for Frances.
"Have you found a babysitter?"

"Yes. It's the best babysitter in the city." The man nods and replies.
"Alright then, take Earl away. I'll pick him up in two hours."
Since it is the person Frances hired, I'm naturally relieved to let him look after Earl.
After handing Earl over to him, Frances pulls me and walks out.
"What are we going to do for these two hours?"
"Do what we want to do, of course."
Things we want to do?
Could it be....?