In My Desperate Time

Chapter 71 The bright red

“Come to room 306.”

What’s wrong with Frances Louis?

His wife’s here and he wants me to go to his room? Does he want his wife to slap me in the face?

Plus, I even don’t know where the hotel he lives is, how could I go?

“No.” I refuse him directly.

Soon, Frances Louis replies.

“If you don’t come, I will come to you.”

I ignore him and put my phone on the night table.

He doesn't know which hotel I'm staying in, I'm not afraid of him!

One minute later, there is a knock at the door.

I bounce out of bed and sit there quietly, not knowing what to do.

Damn it! Frances Louis must be staying in the same hotel with me. Or why he comes so fast?!

I dare not open the door.

No good could come of Frances Louis coming to see me himself. And he sounds angry in his previous messages, which makes me more flurried.

The phone vibrates on the night table. I look at it and the message contain only three words, simple as Frances Louis always does.

“Open the door.”

The bell rings only twice before it stops, but I know Frances Louis is still outside. I also know that if I didn't open the door tonight, I would die.

may also die even

period of hesitation, I put

directly

bed is soon tinged with red blood. I look at the snow-white sheets,

I going to explain the blood

up through the bloodstain, I see a

deep, but

down,

remember the night I went to him, and his wrist was

suicide?” I ask, frowning

over me, and he says lightly,

I have no tools.

can't watch his blood drain away like this. I must

Stop bleeding?

flashes across

is coming and I

Louis's face darkens as he looks at the menstrual pad

here, I’ll go out

out and buy gauze and iodophor at a nearby drugstore. When I come back, the pad has already been full of blood. A light squeeze would make the blood run like

carefully detoxify Frances Louis's wound with iodine and bandage it with

“Okay, you can go.”

satisfaction, and say

me in his arms and lie down on the bed, “I'm very tired,"

closes his

that this beast, Frances Louis, would do something to me. After all, in the afternoon, he tortured me for a long

after a long while, Frances Louis

even, and he seems to

am also very tired, but I dared not to sleep just now. When I let my guard down, The sleepiness rush over me.

this is the best

it’s eight o’clock in

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