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.

it back to him, so I just take it. I don't want to spend his money, but what

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

I finally understand that it is better to

with your face?” Frances Louis frowns and gently touches

and push his hand

His face

accidentally burned myself when

the truth, so I make up a

such a clumsy lie could not deceive

yourself like this? Jane Noyes, are

I don’t want to

“Believe it or not.”

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

asleep after a long time.

door, “It’s late at

Louis,” a clear

by the shock. I climb up

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

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

he is single, which is a fatal attraction

I am just

I yawn,

good attitude because I just yelled at him. I hope

“Drink with me.”

and drags

a wine rash when I drink, and that

more than half of the place, is planted with grapes. The grape season has passed and the vines are

It's nice to see the stars lying

Frances

himself a glass

wine he drinks is light golden. I thought it was champagne, but it smells sweet and

It smells so good.

Louis chuckles and hands his wine

you like to try it? No drunk, no wine rash. I took the wrong wine. This

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