In My Desperate Time

I don't know if it's just my illusion, but I always feel like I'm being interrogated like a cheating wife questioned by a husband.

But what's between Frances Louis and me? If there is anything, it is all about that night.

But we are adults, and this kind of thing is not a big deal. I am a woman and I give him my first time without saying anything, but now he is haunting me.

“Do I need to tell you that? It seems to be nothing between us.”

I leave the words lightly. All I want to do is to go to the bathroom.

Frances Louis strides forward and walks beside me, clipping me between him and the wall, leaving only a narrow passage for me.

Hearing my words, he turns his head and looks at me with a light smile, “the relationship between creditor and debtor is not enough for me to ask?”

“Enough enough enough. You're rich. You're the best. I beg you to stop haunting me!”

Damn it! I just want to go to the bathroom! Why is it so hard!

“Are you sure I'm the one who haunts you? You follow me all the way to the men's room, and I have more reason to doubt your purpose."

He says and points to the signboard on the door.

Seeing the signboard, I am awkward immediately.

I follow him to the men’s room. That’s so embarrassing!

I am unconvinced and hum. I pretend to be calm and say, “the female’s room is beside, I like to stroll outside for a while before I go in there. You have a problem?”

However, Frances Louis raises his noble chin to the opposite side and says, “No. I just want to remind you kindly that the ladies' room is down the hall. The reason why this hotel designs like this is probably to avoid women like you following men.”

The he goes into the bathroom, leaving me crying without tears.

I take a deep breath and run across the hall. I almost can’t hold it back.

Frances Louis, you just wait

out of the bathroom, I see Frances

problem with his prostate, also

comfortable, then I come back to the private room

go into the private room side by

people are drunk, and busy toasting each other, and no one pays attention to us.

there would be another ridicule.

they have changed

only two vacant adjacent seats.

Frances Louis is natural and sits on the right.

but bite the bullet to

Steven Song and

I feel myself like a sandwich biscuit.

should be punished to drink three bottles of wine.” Someone sees Frances

The beauty who comes with President Song also have to

long as I drink wine. The measles would run all over

allergic to alcohol. I substitute tea for the

But they don’t buy it, and insist to make me drink the wine.

help her, you can’t bully a woman. The hero

people don’t buy it, “President Song, that’s not what you said when you force companion to

it makes Steven Song to ride the tiger.

pours a glass of wine and comes towards me.

“Miss Noyes, right? I drink a toast to

glass of wine into my mouth, almost forcibly.

drinking, I feel every inch of my body like being on fire, which is so uncomfortable.

long before I get red rashes on my

If I really drink three glasses of

sinister smile flashes through Cindy Leigh’s eyes. Steven Song can’t help me, but feeling anxious standing

Frances Louis has already finished three glasses of wine. Seeing Cindy Leigh still try to pour wine into me, he grabs the glass in her

“I will drink the last two glasses for her. If you still don’t let her go, you are not giving me face.”