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,

I lift my face and smile sweetly at him, as conscious as

I finally understand that it is better to please

your face?” Frances Louis frowns

and push his

His face becomes

accidentally burned myself when I

want Frances Louis to know the truth, so I

lie could not deceive Frances

yourself like this? Jane Noyes, are you being

don’t want

“Believe it or not.”

follow me. After washing, I put some

I finally fell asleep after a long time. No sooner had I fallen asleep than there was a knock at the

shout at the door, “It’s late at

a clear and brief voice

I climb up from

forget that this is Frances Louis's house and there are only two persons, me

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

ability and he

just

yawn, asking him

a good attitude because I just yelled at him. I hope he can let me go for the sake of

“Drink with me.”

says and drags me

rash when I drink,

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

It's nice to see the stars

surprise, Frances Louis has

Frances Louis pours himself a

champagne, but

It smells so good.

hands his wine glass

Would you like to try it? No drunk, no wine rash. I

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