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.

Why I deserve it? I

do not dare to offend him. I can only swallow

quickly! Just know he was so gentle appearance,

to go to work this month.” He says.

work, what shall I eat, and how to return your money?!” I roll my eyes and

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

Rich people like Frances Louis do not understand the sufferings of the poor. How am I going to get out of this life if I don't make enough money soon?

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

can only

I can go to work next

the meal, and Frances Louis sits opposite me, eating

tastes not good.” He tastes the sweet and

put the sugar, I pull my waist and my hand shake a bit. So I put all the

be careful next time.” I answer him casually.

I am about to say something when my cell

so I can guess who

Yes, as

you are in hospital.” My mother

changes the

“How is everything going with your brother? He dares not turn the phone on now, also dares not go out of

to listen to my mother say

me. My heart is very lonely. I feel I am alone in this world, I only have myself to depend on.

see me even if she knew I was

Frances Louis heads up and looks at me, knowing everything.