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

“Mr. Louis.”

him gently and walk

light smile hiding on

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

“Yes” He answers lazily.

to tell. Because I am not sure whether he remembers me

puts the wine on

wine in

your car. I have to bear half of

clearly about that night. I feel so embarrassed. But he seems so indifferent, also it is late at night, I am not sure if

me a meaning glance,

face flushes

slutty memories rush into

to ask that if I could pay by installments, because I really can't afford

my expression look sincere. After all, a man like him has a thousand reasons not

looks at me for a while. Then he

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