In My Desperate Time

I am afraid about his concern.

Every time he calls me over, I couldn't get out of bed the next day. Now my waist is not good, if he tortures me again, I will lose half of my life.

Reluctantly, I go over and stand in front of him.

Without speaking, Frances Louis looks at me quietly, her eyes as gentle as water. His gentleness makes me feel that he is not looking at me, but want to see someone's shadow from me.

I don’t ask. I don’t dare to, nor want to.

My 1.6-meter-figure is completely crushed in front of Frances Louis's 1.8 or higher height, and my neck is a little sore.

I still have an injury on my waist. It hurts after standing for so long. I don't have such good spirit to waste time with him here.

“What?” I can’t help asking.

My arm is seized by him and moved forward. I slip into his arms defenselessly.

He holds me in his arms, put his head on my head, rubbing my back, and finally his hand settle on the right of my waist.

“Does it hurt?” He presses lightly, and I inhale deeply.

“You tell me.” I roll my eyes.

It hurts if you don't touch it, let alone when he presses it.

“You deserve it.” He says and then pushes me away. His face blackens again.

him! Why? Why I deserve it?

I want to complain but do not dare to offend him. I can only swallow

he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me

“You won't have to go to work this

go to work, what shall I eat, and how to return your

am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will make me like spoiled and arrogant.

the poor. How am I going to get out of this life

“If you go to work, your brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly, and leaves the room.

but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven

I can go to work next month. I exploit the advantage

cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits

“It tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and

I made it too sweet. When I put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into the pot. I

careful next time.” I answer him casually.

and frowns. I am about to say

people would call me, so I can guess who it is.

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in

changes the subject quickly.

with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not

I feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one more word, and hang up the phone.

hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have myself to

mom didn't see me even if she knew I was in

heads up and looks at me, knowing