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

But different from what I think,

It is Steven Song.

“Hello? Jane

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

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

I

Then, Steven Song hangs up the phone.

what he asks me for,

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 house.

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

It is a luxury apartment.

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

the smell

“What happened?”

and

definitely has muscles. He presses on me

put him on the couch.

have to stay awake. By

Then he lies on the

By the light of the living room, I realize that he seems to have cried. At least, his eyes are red.

and make a bowl of sober-up soup, and

“Wake up.” I slap him, but he has

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