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.

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

wife?” I

the computer

steps, he is in front of

step back a little bit. Until there is no room for

confused. His wife is still here in the morning,

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

you want?”

him nervously.

to the

frowning. He stares at

little surprised. I don’t remember I tell him that I’ll go to the hospital, how

of disinfectant.” He reads my

nose is as sensitive as a

threw up at the show and then you went to the hospital. Tell me, are you pregnant?”

to me, and his breath has filled all the space

I am

casually. Otherwise, there would

answer flatly, meeting

no matter what I say, he doesn’t

I got preparation.

show him the results of my blood test, “It’s just the sequela of a mild concussion. It's

result for a while and looks not happy, but

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

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

His face

“Get out.”