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.

isn’t in the room. The bathroom light is off. It looks like she isn’t here.

wife?”

He closes the computer and gets out of bed.

steps, he is in front of

back a little bit. Until there is no room for me to retreat, and my body sticks on the wall.

here in the morning,

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

you

ask him nervously.

went to the hospital?”

stares at me,

don’t remember I tell him that I’ll go to the

reads my mind and says

nose is as sensitive as

show and then you went to

breath has filled all the space between he

thinks I am pregnant.

up casually. Otherwise, there would be some misunderstandings.

"I answer flatly,

I say, he doesn’t

got

just the sequela of a mild concussion.

at the result for a while and looks not happy, but I don't

there are so many pregnant women scrambling for properties. Men should be afraid of being haunted by women with the excuse

your child. Every time we have sex, I take pills. I'm not the kind of woman who would

Louis glances at me sharply. His face is cold and grave.

“Get out.”