In My Desperate Time

After hanging up the phone, I still feel ill at ease.

What does Noah Jefferson mean?

“Who was that on the phone?” Frances Louis looks at me and asks in deep voice.

“No one.” I turn my head away with a guilty conscience.

“Why do you blush?” Frances Louis gives me a sneer of disbelief.

All I could do is run upstairs on the excuse that I am tired and want to sleep.

“Stop.” Frances Louis says coldly behind me, successfully stopping my footsteps on the stairs.

I know I'm so wimpy! But I can't help it. I'm just afraid of Frances Louis. He treats me not bad, but he has an innate sense of oppression.

My heart is beating, and I wonder whether to tell Frances Louis the truth or not.

But if I tell him, will he forbid me to go?

Slowly, I turn around and look at Frances Louis, don’t dare to say a word.

The man wipes his mouth gracefully and comes towards me.

The gradually closed distance makes my heart beat up violently.

Or I can just tell him. It's just a normal classmate’s reunion. I have nothing to fear.

“Wash the dishes, clean up the kitchen.”

He passes me and goes into

a dying heart. Hearing what he

come to see me tonight. But I don’t sleep well because of my lumbago.

in the next morning, I have a big pimple on my

why at the time of classmate’s reunion and I get a

is bitter. I have two face masks, which makes that pimple look

Desperate!

So desperate!

I put up a lot of concealer and foundation, but couldn't cover up the pimple.

I can only wait for the lights turning dim a little bit and people would not see the

morning, so I don’t have to report my schedule

pm at Golden Hotel. I arrive at

and handsome young boy, his edges become more and more clear. Every move of him shows the charm of a

seem to go back to many years ago, back to the age of first love.

he appeared in many of my tossing and turning dreams.

“Jane Noyes, you are here.” Noah Jefferson strides over

skip a beat. Thinking of the pimple on my face, I quickly lower my head and

students are here. Many of them bring their families with them.

“Jane Noyes, where's your husband? Why you don’t bring him here?” Fountain

relationship. After

She knows Andrew Malan, so I don’t want to hide. I answer directly, “I

me to say this. She smiles awkwardly and apologizes, “sorry, I don’t mean to, I don't know.”

Divorce is good for me.”

sits next to me, which makes me shy away from eating freely.

Maybe the taste of first love is so uneasy. I liked him for three years,

don’t dare to,

as a lecturer. A man like him, who always speaks