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

heart. Hearing what

doesn’t come to see

Early in the next morning, I have

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

is bitter. I have two face masks, which makes

Desperate!

So desperate!

concealer and foundation, but couldn't cover up the pimple.

lights turning dim a little bit and

so I don’t have to report my schedule to him.

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

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

go back to many years ago, back to the age of first love. He passed by mt at the first-grade classroom and since then,

Even in college, he appeared in many of

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

skip a beat. Thinking of the pimple on my face,

In the private room, most students are here. Many of them bring their families with

where's your husband? Why you don’t bring him here?”

is my high school desk mate and roommate, and we have always been in good relationship. After graduation, we still

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

Fountain is stunned, apparently, she doesn’t expect me to say this. She smiles awkwardly and apologizes, “sorry, I don’t mean to, I don't know.”

“That’s all right. Divorce

which makes me shy away

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

to, not before, not now.

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