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.

I don't want to spend his money, but what if I need it in an emergency? I want to

and smile sweetly at him, as conscious

understand that it is better

happened with your face?” Frances Louis frowns and gently

inhale and push his hand

His face becomes

myself when

know the truth, so I make up

apparently such a clumsy lie could not deceive Frances

this? Jane Noyes, are you being naive, or do you think I'm

I don’t want

“Believe it or not.”

follow me. After washing, I put some medicine on my face and go to

face still feels very painful. I finally fell asleep after a long time. No sooner had I fallen asleep than there was a knock at the

door, “It’s late at

Louis,” a clear

climb up from the

and dizzy. I completely forget that this is Frances Louis's house and there are

the doorway in his dressing gown, his strong, tight chest bare, mostly

is a man with beauty, ability and he is single, which is a fatal attraction to

am just an ordinary

I yawn,

I just yelled at him. I hope

“Drink with me.”

and drags

wine rash when I drink, and that

flowers, the top, with more than half

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

my surprise, Frances Louis has refined

table, Frances Louis pours himself a glass of wine and

drinks is light golden. I thought it was champagne, but it smells sweet and fruity, which makes me

It smells so good.

Louis chuckles and hands his wine

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

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