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.

Why? Why I deserve

complain but do not dare to offend

But Frances Louis changes his face too quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats me

“You won't have to go to work this

what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll my

kind to me. I 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

sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get

brother will be in jail.” Frances

out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for a week's

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

meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

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

and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the sugar

careful next time.”

Frances Louis seems dissatisfied with my attitude and frowns. I

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

as I expected.

you are in hospital.”

she changes the subject quickly.

going with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us suffer a

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

the hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in

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

up and looks at me, knowing everything.