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.

deserve it? I am the victim.

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

But Frances Louis changes his face too quickly! Just know he was so gentle

to work this month.” He says.

how to return

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

sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life if I don't make enough money soon?

work, your brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis says coldly, and leaves the room.

I am so angry but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for a week's leave.

Frances Louis said this month, and today is the 23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit

and Frances Louis sits opposite

good.” He tastes the sweet and

hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar

“Oh, I will be careful next time.” I answer him

with my attitude and frowns. I

me, so I can guess

Yes, as

“I heard you are in hospital.” My mother asks.

changes the

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

tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one more word,

three days, only Mindy and David Gibbs came to the hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone

And my mom didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my

and looks at