In My Desperate Time

Chapter 19 I am not a free nanny

It is David Gibbs gives to me last time when I ask him for the address of Frances Louis.

I look at this name, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

Maybe only Frances Louis can help me now.

I have my pride, my self-esteem. But now, neither pride nor self-esteem can help me live in this city.

Shaking my hands, I dial the phone, the phone rings for a long time, and no one answers.

For me, even one minute and one second are very painful.

I am afraid that he doesn’t answer.

But I am also afraid that he picks up.

Finally, Frances Louis doesn’t pick up.

But I don’t have the courage to call him.

I stand in the cold wind. I think I might really have to sleep on the street tonight.

Dragging my suitcase, I walk slowly under the dim lamps.

After two minutes, my phone rings.

I am so nervous that my heart stops

I think, it is not

It is

“Hello? Jane

the sound of his voice, and

matter, President Song?” I ask.

come to my house. I will

Then, Steven Song hangs up the

asks me for, but

the employee. Second, I really have nowhere to go. If Steven Song doesn’t call me, I might have to go

I find Steven Song’s home according to the address he gives me.

is a

is only one person lives here. He seems not living

his body is full of the smell of alcohol. When

“What happened?”

I hold him up and try to take him in.

To be honest, Steven Song seems very thin, but he definitely has muscles. He presses on

I am exhausted to put him on the couch.

soup. I have to stay awake. By the way, make something

Then he lies on the couch and

realize that he seems to have cried. At least, his eyes

so I go to the kitchen silently and make a bowl of sober-up soup, and then fried two dishes with the ingredients in his refrigerator.

I slap him, but he

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