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 heart stops

But different from what I think, it is not Frances Louis.

It is Steven Song.

“Hello? Jane

obviously drunk by the sound of his voice, and his

matter, President Song?” I

“You come to my house. I will send

hangs up the phone.

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

really have nowhere to go. If

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

It is a luxury apartment.

there is only one person

the smell of

“What happened?”

hold him up and try to take him

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

I am exhausted to put him on the couch.

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

he lies on the couch and

realize that he seems to have cried. At least, his

I go to the kitchen silently and make a bowl of sober-up soup, and then fried two dishes with the ingredients in his refrigerator.

I slap him, but

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