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 am the victim.

but do not dare to offend him.

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

to

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

me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If

the poor. How am

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

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

today is the 23rd. I can go to work next month.

meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite

the sweet and sour

shake a bit. So I put all the sugar into the pot. I tried to take some

be careful next time.” I answer

and frowns. I am about to say something when

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

Yes, as I

in hospital.” My mother asks.

Then she changes the

on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us suffer a day like

tired, don't want to listen to my

and David Gibbs came to the hospital to see me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have myself to depend on.

she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my brother in her mind?

Frances Louis heads up and looks at me, knowing