In My Desperate Time

Chapter 49 Does it hurt?

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?

to offend him. I

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

“You won't have to go to work this month.” He says.

“If I don't go to work, what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and

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 and

people like Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going

“If you go to work, your brother will be in jail.”

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

this month, and today is the 23rd. I can go to work

meal, and Frances Louis

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

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

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

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

would call me, so I can guess who

as I expected.

“I heard you are in

she changes the

“How is everything 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

I feel very tired, don't want to listen to my mother say one

to the hospital to see me. My heart

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

Frances Louis heads up and looks

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