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

I have been holding a dying heart. Hearing what

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

the next morning, I have a

I don’t have pimples. But why at the time of classmate’s reunion and I

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

Desperate!

So desperate!

concealer and foundation, but couldn't cover

little bit

leaves in the morning, so I don’t have

party is at 6 pm at Golden Hotel. I arrive at the hotel at 5:30 and meet Noah Jefferson at the

After a few years, the fresh and handsome young boy, his edges become more and more

to many years ago, back to the age of first love. He passed by

he appeared in many of my tossing and turning dreams.

“Jane Noyes, you are here.” Noah Jefferson strides over and gives me a gentle

heart skip a beat. Thinking of the pimple on

them bring their families with them. Two even bring their children.

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

in good relationship. After graduation, we still get connected. She

I don’t want to hide. I answer directly, “I am divorced.”

doesn’t expect me to say this. She smiles awkwardly and apologizes, “sorry, I don’t mean to, I

“That’s all right. Divorce

which makes me shy away

me. Maybe the taste of first love is so uneasy. I liked him for three years, watching him change one girlfriend after another, but never dare to tell him I like him.

I don’t dare to, not before, not

a lecturer. A man like him, who always speaks with an air of elegance, is perfect to be a