In My Desperate Time

Chapter 12 Impressive



“Who you are looking for?”

A fifty-year-old woman looks at me and asks in confusion.

She seems like a servant of Frances Louis.

“Hello I want to meet Mr. Frances Louis.” I smile and say politely.

“Our sir doesn't meet people casually, still less a woman.” The servant doesn't answer me and talk to herself.

A deep and lazy voice comes from upstairs.

“Let her up.”

The maid looks at me like something big happens. She takes me upstairs.

When we arrive at the door, she knocks and then goes away.

The man stands beside the window, holding a glass of wine in his left hand gracefully. He sits beside the window lazily, staring outside.

what he

“Mr. Louis.”

call him gently and

around, a light smile hiding

makes my heart beat slowly. I am not an anthomaniac. But his smile is

“Yes” He answers lazily.

to tell. Because I am not sure whether

puts

through the wine in the glass, casting mottled

of the debt because we divorced. I come here and want to talk about the debt. I don't know

about that night. I feel so embarrassed. But he seems so indifferent, also it is

me

face flushes in

those colorful and slutty memories rush into my

cough awkwardly and say, “I just want to ask that if I could pay by installments, because

all, a man like him

looks at me for a while.

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