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

think, it is not

is Steven

Jane Noyes?”

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

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

“You come to my house. I will send you the address.”

Then, Steven Song hangs up the phone.

me for, but I go there

the boss and I am the employee. Second, I really have nowhere to go. If Steven Song doesn’t

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

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

I hold him up and try to

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

am exhausted to put him on the couch.

to stay awake. By the way, make something delicious.

the couch and

of the living room, I realize that he seems to

embarrassed to ask private questions about the boss, so I go to the kitchen silently and make a bowl of sober-up soup,

slap him, but he

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