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.

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

Frances Louis graciously clinks glasses with the man

group of girls forming a circle. Inside,

are handsome. One is handsome and a little ruffian, and the other

but won't show up until eleven o' clock.” The ruffian man comes out from a crowd of women and complains discontentedly to Frances

man also comes and ridicules, “You don’t know. What's the point of having a birthday without a beauty?”

this little beauty has

doesn’t finish his sentence but the crowd begin to

stupid. Of course, I know what he means. I give him a black

Louis’s face. He

crowd of women, seeing Frances Louis, gather around

“Mr. Louis.”

why you come

seen each other for a long

push desperately towards Frances Louis and easily

Anyway.

can just take this

“Jane Noyes.”

Frances Louis

stand beside me and smile at Frances Louis., “What, do you want the beauty to save the

rub against Frances Louis so hard that they could have tied

with these ladies, and there's no one in this country who wouldn't want to be Mr. Louis's woman. I suppose you wouldn't mind

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

like. I'm tired of seeing them.”

don’t tell me. I would think I have come into a brothel.” I

the way.” Frances Louis

time I have heard him say

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

to get out of the way. No one would let anyone around

to the woman standing in front

your name? The

woman is very enchanting, her figure is tall

immune to t women, and he

spit on Frances Louis