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.

want to spend his money, but what

lift my face and smile sweetly at him, as conscious

that it is better

face?” Frances Louis frowns and

inhale and push

His face

burned myself when I drunk

don’t want Frances Louis to know the truth, so

lie could not

Jane Noyes, are

I don’t want to tell

“Believe it or not.”

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

time. No sooner had I fallen

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

a clear and brief voice

shock. I climb up from the bed and open

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

his strong, tight chest bare, mostly outside, which makes

and he is single, which is a fatal attraction to

I am just an

I yawn, asking

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

“Drink with me.”

and drags me

get a wine rash when I drink, and that

flowers, the top, with more than

beautiful. It's nice

my surprise, Frances

Frances Louis pours himself

champagne, but it smells sweet and fruity,

It smells so good.

and hands his wine

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

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