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

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

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

have to go to work

how

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

Rich 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.” Frances Louis

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

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

I cook the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and sour ribs and says

know he 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. I tried to take some sugar out,

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

my attitude and frowns. I am about to say something when my cell phone

Not many people would call me, so I can guess

Yes, as I expected.

“I heard you are in hospital.” My

Then 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

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

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

my mom 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, knowing everything.