In My Desperate Time

If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be afraid to miss his/her calls.

But he is Frances Louis.

He won't call me if there is nothing of particular importance. Two missed calls illustrate the seriousness of the matter.

After all, he is the patron. After a while of hesitation, I call Frances Louis back.

It rings several times before he answers the phone.

“Come to my room, now.”

Then Frances Louis hangs up.

My heart is beating severely. His wife and he live together, if I go to his room, I would be a sheep who sends itself to the tiger's mouth.

But Frances Louis speaks in such a decisive tone that I don’t have the courage to refuse.

Steven Song only knows that I called Frances Louis, but he doesn’t know what I said to him. After he sends me to the hotel, he goes upstairs alone.

When I get out of the elevator and pass 306, I find the door is unlocked.

I have already got an idea in the car. If I ran into Whitney Jordan, I'd say I come here to discuss with her about her works. Anyway, I watched yesterday's show carefully, and it is easy to select a topic about it.

I knock softly twice, and the voice of Frances Louis sounds from inside.

“Come in.”

I walk in, don’t dare to close the door.

Frances Louis is sitting at the head of the bed. His fingers are rapping on the computer, apparently, he is dealing with business.

the room. The bathroom light

your wife?” I ask.

closes the computer and gets

he is in front

used to his sudden approach. I step back a little bit. Until there is no room for me to retreat, and my body

is still here in the morning, why she

said to me. It’s not my turn to ask about his business. So, I press down

you want?”

him nervously.

to the hospital?”

asks, frowning. He stares at

little surprised. I don’t remember I tell him that

He reads

sensitive as a

the show and then you went to the hospital.

and his breath has filled all the space between he

thinks I am pregnant.

throw up casually. Otherwise,

"I answer flatly, meeting his eyes.

I say, he doesn’t believe

got preparation.

him the results of my blood test, “It’s just the sequela of a mild concussion. It's not pregnancy as you thought.”

stares at the result for a while and looks not happy,

am pregnant. Because there are so many pregnant women scrambling for properties. Men should be afraid of being

can rest assured that I am not going to conceive your child. Every time we have sex, I take

sharply. His face is cold and grave.

“Get out.”