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

face and smile sweetly at him, as conscious as

is better to please someone as

Frances Louis frowns and

I inhale and push his hand

face

myself when I drunk

know the truth, so

such a clumsy lie could not deceive

are you being naive, or do you think

I don’t want to tell

“Believe it or not.”

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

very painful. I finally fell asleep after a long time. No

the door, “It’s late at night! You want to

Louis,” a clear and brief

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

sleepy and dizzy. I completely forget that this is Frances Louis's house and there are only two persons, me and

dressing gown, his strong, tight chest bare, mostly outside,

is a man with beauty, ability and he is

just an

yawn, asking him

I hope he can let

“Drink with me.”

and

can’t drink! I get a wine rash when I drink,

than half of the place, is planted with

It's nice to see the stars lying

my surprise, Frances Louis has refined

at the little table, Frances Louis pours himself a glass of wine and

light golden. I thought it was champagne, but it smells

It smells so good.

hands his wine

winery to make specially. Would you like to try it? No drunk,

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