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.

am so nervous that my heart stops beating.

I think,

is

“Hello? Jane Noyes?”

by the sound of his voice, and his tongue is knotted.

“What’s the matter, President Song?” I ask.

house. I

Steven Song hangs up the phone.

I don't know what he asks me for, but I go there

First, he is the boss and I am the employee. Second, I really have nowhere to go. If Steven Song doesn’t call me, I might

I find Steven Song’s home according

It is a

tell from the appearance that there is only one person lives here. He seems

the door, his body is full of the smell of alcohol. When

“What happened?”

him up and

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

I am exhausted to put him on the couch.

some sober-up soup. I have to stay awake. By the way,

Then he lies on the couch and rolls over restlessly.

the light of the living room, I realize that he seems to

to the kitchen silently and make a bowl of sober-up soup,

“Wake up.” I slap him, but he has

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