In My Desperate Time

Chapter 58 The black card

Frances Louis seems to be interrogating a prisoner.

I just come home late, but why does he stare at me every day like a strict parent?

“It is raining and I couldn't get a taxi, so I come back late.”

I say dully.

My face still hurts. I want to go upstairs and take a shower and then apply the medicine. I haven't looked my face in the mirror, so I don't know how swollen my face is.

“You got off work at five thirty and it was not raining then.” Frances Louis chuckles, but with an air of danger.

It’s terrible that this man knows my schedule so well.

I can't say I went to Steven Song's house, so I lie, “I went shopping.”

“What did you buy?” He looks at my empty hand and stretches out his right hand to me.

Does he want to push me to death?

I didn’t go shopping. How could I give him the stuff I bought?

I roll my eyes to Frances Louis and say coldly, “I don’t have money. I can’t afford them.”

Frances Louis frowns. He grabs a black card from his coat and throws it to me.

“You can buy anything you like.”

His movements are perfectly handsome. It is true that the most handsome moment of men is when they swipe their credit cards.

Not everyone can have a black card. Frances Louis's black card can at least overdraw a few million.

If only I could pay him back with this card.

I roll my eyes, and the next second, Frances Louis says quietly, “don't have any evil ideas. You are my Frances Louis's woman and can’t be too shabby.”

Oh, he is afraid that I would shame him.

him, so I just take it. I don't want to spend his money, but what if I need it in an emergency? I

smile sweetly at

I finally understand that it is better to please

with your face?” Frances Louis frowns and

and push his hand

His face

myself when I drunk

Louis to know the truth, so I make up a

apparently such a clumsy lie could not deceive Frances

can burn yourself like this? Jane Noyes, are you being naive, or do you think

want

“Believe it or not.”

upstairs. Fortunately, Frances Louis doesn’t follow me. After washing, I put some

long time. No sooner had I fallen asleep

I shout at the door, “It’s late at night!

a clear

the shock. I climb up from the bed and open the

completely forget that this is Frances Louis's house and there are only two

in the doorway in his dressing gown, his strong, tight chest bare, mostly outside, which makes me

with beauty, ability and he is single, which is a

just an

yawn, asking him

I hope he can let me go

“Drink with me.”

and drags me

drink! I get a wine rash when I drink,

of plants and flowers, the top, with more than half of the place, is planted with grapes. The grape

tonight, but the stars are beautiful. It's nice to see the

Frances

Frances Louis pours himself a glass of

it was champagne, but it smells

It smells so good.

hands

I ask the winery to make specially. Would you like to try it? No drunk, no wine rash. I took the wrong wine. This wine is only suitable for

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