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 it? I am the victim.

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

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

to go to work this

and how to return your money?!”

I have asked for three days' leave. Steven Song is kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will

am I going to get out of this life if

go to work, your brother will be in jail.” Frances Louis

I can only

is the 23rd. I can go to work next month. I exploit the advantage perfectly.

and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

sweet and sour ribs and says with

thinks 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.

“Oh, I will be careful next time.”

Frances Louis seems dissatisfied with my attitude and frowns. I am about to say something when my cell phone rings.

me, so I can guess

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My

she changes the subject quickly.

“How is everything going with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of

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

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

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

Frances Louis heads up and looks at