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.

I deserve it? I am

to offend him. I can only swallow the complaints down.

was so gentle appearance,

won't have to go to

and how to return your money?!” I roll my

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 make me like spoiled

poor. How am I going

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

am so angry but can’t speak out. I can only call Steven

Louis said this month, and today is the 23rd. I can

and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating slowly.

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 tried to take some sugar out, but

next

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

Not many people would call me, so I can guess who it

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My

Then she changes the subject

not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us

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

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.

didn't see me even if she knew I was in the hospital. Is there only my brother in her mind?

Louis heads up and looks at me,