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.

knows what he

“Mr. Louis.”

call him gently

smile hiding on

heart beat slowly. I am not an anthomaniac. But his

“Yes” He answers lazily.

I don’t know how to tell. Because I am not sure whether he

and puts the

shines through the wine in

“Mr. Louis, I come here for my ex-husband ruining your car. I have to bear half of the debt because

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

and gives me a meaning glance,

flushes

and slutty memories rush into

by installments, because I

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

while. Then

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