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.

deserve it?

to offend

too quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance, and after a blink, he treats

won't have to go to

shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll

already grateful that he doesn’t deduct my salary. If I continue don't going to work, it will make me like spoiled and arrogant.

am I going to get out

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

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

and today is the 23rd. I can go to

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

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

it too sweet. When I put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I

“Oh, I will be careful next time.”

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

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

Yes, as I

are 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

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

see me. My heart is very lonely.

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

Frances Louis heads up and looks