In My Desperate Time

As soon as I walk in, I feel urgent to back out.

I thought it would be a dinner party or something with a few people at most.

I didn’t expect to see so many people.

I stand there in a daze and don’t go out for a long time.

Everyone turns their eyes on me, which makes me even more nervous. To put it mildly, I am Frances Louis's mistress, and to attend such an event with him would make me feel embarrassed.

“Don’t be nervous, just stay with me.”

Frances Louis cocks his head and whispers in my ear. He doesn’t even look at me. How does he know I am nervous?

I look down at his coat, which has been pulled out of folds, and sheepishly let go.

Seeing his intimacy with me, everyone shows an ambiguous smile. I keep walking and feel my hands and feet out of place.

I almost walk by the same foot with the hand.

But I find that my nervousness seems unnecessary. No one seems to look at me differently. Yes, I don't have a “mistress” written on my face. I calm down with that thought.

Frances Louis takes two glasses of wine from the waiter and offers me one.

“Don’t drink, just pretend.”

I nod, holding my glass and surveying the scene around me.

It should be the dining room of this hotel, surrounded by a lot of food. So late at night, and these people are eating?

I feel a little strange.

We keep walking forward. When we pass the first man, he toasts to Frances Louis and says, “happy birthday, president Louis.”

Today is Frances Louis's birthday? No wonder these people are still here so late at night.

I turn to look at him, feeling nervous.

birthday and I have no idea about it. I am so unqualified to be a mistress, because I don’t know how

clinks glasses with the man

the center of the crowd, I see a group of girls forming a circle. Inside, there are two men like two moons

One is handsome and a little ruffian, and the other is stylish, I can feel his muscles bouncing even across

eleven o' clock.” The ruffian man comes out from a crowd of women and complains discontentedly to

ridicules, “You don’t know. What's the point of having a birthday

this little beauty has

his sentence but the

am not stupid. Of course, I know what he means. I give

no expression on Frances Louis’s face. He

of women, seeing Frances Louis, gather around

“Mr. Louis.”

Louis, why you

other

towards Frances Louis and easily push me

Anyway.

just take this opportunity

“Jane Noyes.”

could move, Frances Louis calls out

bitter face, but his two handsome friends stand beside me and smile at Frances Louis., “What, do you want the beauty to save the hero? You'd better enjoy coming to

a drama. They rub against Frances Louis so hard that they could

to be Mr. Louis's woman. I suppose you

women in this country want to be his woman? But I don’t want to. If I have not been cornered, I would never have something to do with

what these ladies look like. I'm tired of

me. I would think I have come into a brothel.” I

the way.”

second time I have heard him say it, but it doesn’t seem to

is terrible, these women don’t seem to be very frightened. Maybe their desire is greater

don’t want to get out of the way. No one would let anyone around Frances Louis.

to the woman

name? The daughter of

her figure is tall and sexy. She is

to be immune to t women, and he can’t

spit on Frances Louis