In My Desperate Time

Why would he have such a look?
I am still confused when I arrive at the place. I am so lost in thought that I don't even notice a car is coming.
Until the man in the car honks the horn at me.
I look up and meet Steven's smile.
He gets off and strides to me.
"Jane, long time no see."
It can be seen that he is carefully dressed up. However, the exhaustion of him still can't be covered.
It hurts me to see him in such a sorry state.
I smile at him and point to the café. "Let's go inside."
Steven nodded and walked into the café with me.
The moment we seat ourselves, Frances calls.
"I'm done here. I'll be right over."
"Alright, hurry up and I'll wait for you."
As I speak, I even kiss my phone in front of Steven.
Of course, I didn't do this to Frances before. Plus, he left with Hilda today. I naturally don't want to talk to him.
But I have no choice. In order to show Steven how much we love each other, I can only ignore my face.
Actually, my plan for today is simple.
First, I'm going to let Steven know that Frances and I love each other, and we are having a good life. It should be made clear to
Steven that it's impossible for us to be together.
Second, I believe that he has feelings for Violet.

Perhaps, it is because he is not resigned to give me up that he refuses to confront his true feelings.
After all, on the wedding, when Violet was talking with another man, Steven's face darkened.
If my guess serves me right, my plan should be effective.
It just requires some money and manpower.
I gaze at Steven as I whisper, "How have you been these days?"
Steven is dumbfounded. He then nodded at me.
"Very good."
As I expect, he is lying.
"Where's Violet? Did you tell her that you came to see me?"
"No. She has a fever, and she is sleeping."
Steven pursed his lips.
No wonder he has been a little restless from the beginning. He must be worried about Violet.
He actually cares about her, but why can't he himself see it?
I sigh and continue to chat with him to kill the time.
"She's sick, so you should go back early to take care of her."
"Yes, why did you want to see me?" He fixes his eyes on me, concerning and gentle.
What do I want?
To show him the love between Frances and I, of course.
Fortunately, Frances is here not long after, so I don't have to continue the awkward chat.
As we planned last night, when he comes in, he gives me a kiss.

As I observe, Steven immediately darkens his face but he soon recovers.
I know it is too cruel for him, and I know it will hurt him.
But it is sooner rather than later. I have no other choice.
His eyes dim as he fixed his eyes on me, "Jane, why do you want to see me?"
Are we finally getting to the point?
I clear my throat and rest my head on Frances’ shoulder as I state,
"Next month, Frances and I will hold a wedding ceremony. I'd like to invite you as our witness."