In My Desperate Time

Chapter 75 Get out

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.

bathroom light is off. It looks like

is your wife?”

closes the computer

two steps, he is in

there is no room

still here in the morning, why

to ask more when I remember what he said to me. It’s not my turn to ask about his business.

do you want?”

ask him

to the hospital?”

stares at me, his

don’t remember I tell him that

He reads my

nose is as sensitive as a dog’s.

and then you went to

has filled all the space between he and

thinks I am

throw up casually. Otherwise,

flatly, meeting his eyes.

matter what I say, he

I got

results of my blood test, “It’s just the sequela of a

and looks not happy, but I don't understand why.

pregnant women scrambling

going to conceive your child. Every time we have sex, I take pills. I'm not the kind of woman who would blackmail you with a child. I know who I am and I'm

sharply. His face is

“Get out.”

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