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.

wouldn't take the card even if I gave it back to 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 him, as conscious

it is better to please someone

Louis frowns and gently

I inhale and push his

happened?” His face

myself when I

don’t want Frances Louis to know the

such a clumsy lie

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

don’t want to tell

“Believe it or not.”

Frances Louis doesn’t follow me. After washing, I put some medicine on my face and

long time. No sooner had I fallen asleep than there

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

Louis,” a clear and

the shock. I climb up from the

that this is Frances Louis's house

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

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

just an

yawn, asking

just yelled at him. I hope he can let

“Drink with me.”

says and drags me

a wine rash when I drink,

with more than half of the place, is

the stars are beautiful. It's nice

surprise, Frances Louis

pours himself a glass of wine and drinks it to

he drinks is light golden. I thought it was champagne, but

It smells so good.

Louis chuckles and hands his

No drunk, no

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