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.

so nervous that my heart stops beating.

think, it is not Frances Louis.

It is Steven Song.

“Hello? Jane Noyes?”

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

the matter, President Song?” I ask.

my house. I

Then, Steven Song hangs up the

I don't know what he asks me

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

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

a luxury apartment.

there is only one person

smell of alcohol.

“What happened?”

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 me and he is so heavy.

exhausted to put

sober-up soup. I have to stay awake. By the way, make something delicious. I'm so hungry.”

lies on the couch and rolls over restlessly.

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

private questions about the boss, so I go to the kitchen silently and make a bowl of

I slap him, but

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