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.

Damn him! Why? Why I deserve it? I am the victim.

I want to complain but do not dare to

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

to go to work this month.” He says.

I don't go to work, what shall I eat, and how to return

kind to me. I am already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will

of the poor. How am

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

speak out. I can only call Steven Song and ask for a

I can go to work

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits

good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says with a frown.

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

be careful next

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

call me, so I can guess who

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My

Then she changes the subject

He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of the house, how long will us suffer a day like this?”

to my mother

heart is very

was in the hospital. Is there only my

Frances Louis heads up and looks