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, but what if I need it in an emergency? I want to be kind to myself in

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

understand that it is better to please someone as moody as Frances

Louis frowns and gently touches

inhale and push his hand

face becomes sullen

accidentally burned myself

Louis to know the truth,

apparently such a clumsy lie could

Noyes, are you being naive, or

want to

“Believe it or not.”

follow me. After washing, I put some medicine on my face and go to

long time. No sooner had I fallen

“It’s late at

Louis,” a clear and brief voice

up by the shock. I climb up from the bed and open

Frances Louis's house and

the doorway in his dressing gown, his strong, tight chest bare,

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

I am just an

I yawn,

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

wine rash when I

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

but the stars are beautiful. It's nice to see the

surprise, Frances

the little table, Frances Louis pours himself a glass of wine and drinks

it was champagne, but it smells sweet and fruity, which

It smells so good.

chuckles and hands his wine glass

try it? No drunk,

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