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

I think, it is not Frances Louis.

It is

“Hello? Jane Noyes?”

He is obviously drunk by the sound of his voice, and his

the matter, President

my house. I

Then, Steven Song hangs up the

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

have nowhere to go. If Steven Song doesn’t

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

is a luxury apartment.

It can tell from the appearance that there is only one person lives

Song open the door, his body is full of the smell of alcohol. When he sees me, he collapses and falls

“What happened?”

hold him up and

To be honest, Steven Song seems very thin, but he definitely has muscles. He presses on me and he is so heavy.

I am exhausted to put him on

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

Then he lies on the

that he seems

the kitchen silently and make a bowl of sober-up soup, and then fried two

“Wake up.” I slap him,

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