In My Desperate Time

I put the meat into my mouth slowly and look at the woman who is speaking.

I know her. She is one of the women who surround Frances Louis.

She is followed by two other women. One is Fontaine, who still has tears on her face. When she looks at me, the venom in her eyes almost kills me.

Although they have three people, I am not afraid of them.

What can they do to me in public? Besides, with Frances Louis supporting me, I'm a coward.

Slowly I wipe my mouth, then my hands. I get up, smiling at them, “what can you do if I am from the countryside? Frances Louis's dating with me, not you. I have flown up on the branch, I am the phoenix!”

Usually I really hate the entanglement with Frances Louis. But now, it has become the backing for my arrogance.

They're just a bunch of bullies, and if I'm tough enough, they'll know I'm not a push-over.

Then their faces turn pale. They look towards Frances Louis and seem to be frightened.

“You are just a sex toy. Wait and see.”

That woman leaves a malicious sentence and go away with other two women.

I purse my lips and sit down to eat. This foie gras is so delicious, I don't know who the chef is, how could he make such a delicious thing.

Sure enough, the rich eat better than the average person.

time, there is only

the last piece of meat in front of me awkwardly,

of Frances Louis rings behind me, and I

are famous ladies, polite and reserved. They eat like a

“No!”

dishonestly, and get

in the

my hand and

star-like gaze almost melts

My heart beats quickly.

him. But the relationship between him and me is just a deal, and I can't let myself sink down

out of his hand, “I don’t want to

are hold by

with me.” The ruffian man takes my hands to the

Louis's face looks heavy and his calm eyes are fixed on me, which

when there was a company party. If someone asks to dance, I would decline them. I just hope I won’t make a fool of myself in front of

I say honestly, but my eyes try to find Frances Louis unconsciously.

gone to somewhere else. Looking around the crowd, I find him talking to someone nearby. Several women come up and invite him, but he

it not been for Frances Louis, who was so cruel to me

Frances, just follow my

is around my waist, it only presses against my clothes and doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable.

I am relieved and dance

Lawrence Jordan. I've been a friend of