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.

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 want

smile sweetly at him, as conscious as a lover

is better to please someone as moody as

Frances Louis frowns and

and push his

happened?” His face becomes

accidentally burned myself when I

to know the truth, so I make

apparently such a clumsy lie could not deceive Frances

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

don’t want to

“Believe it or not.”

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

door, “It’s late

Louis,” a clear and brief voice

by the shock. I climb up from the bed

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

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

he is single,

just

yawn, asking

I hope he can let me go for the sake of my lovable

“Drink with me.”

Louis says and drags

can’t drink! I get a wine rash

with more than half of the place, is planted with grapes. The grape

the stars are beautiful. It's nice to

surprise, Frances Louis

himself a

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

It smells so good.

and hands

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

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