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.

nervous that my heart

from what I think, it is not Frances Louis.

It is

“Hello? Jane Noyes?”

obviously drunk by the sound of his voice,

President

come to my house. I will send

Song hangs up

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

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 have to go to Frances Louis’s

Song’s home according

a luxury apartment.

It can tell from the appearance that there is only one person lives here. He seems not living in Song Family.

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

“What happened?”

him up and

thin, but he definitely has

am exhausted to put him on the

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

Then he lies on the couch and

he seems to have cried. At

about the boss, so I go to the kitchen silently and make a bowl of sober-up soup, and then fried two

“Wake up.” I slap him, but he has no reaction.

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