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.”

him gently and walk

light smile hiding on the corner of

I am not an anthomaniac. But his smile

“Yes” He answers lazily.

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

Louis stands up and puts the wine

sun shines through the wine in

bear half of the debt because we divorced. I come here and want to talk about the

seems so indifferent, also it is late at

and gives me a meaning

flushes

those colorful and slutty memories rush into

to ask that if I could pay by installments, because

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

at me for a while. Then he walks closer

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