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.

in the room. The bathroom light is off. It

is your wife?” I ask.

the computer and gets out

he is in front of me.

there

is still here in

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

do you

him nervously.

went to the

He stares at me, his

tell him that I’ll

of disinfectant.” He reads my mind and

nose is as sensitive as

went to the hospital. Tell me, are you pregnant?”

close to me, and his breath has filled all the space between he and I.

thinks I am pregnant.

can’t throw up casually. Otherwise, there would be some

"I answer flatly, meeting his eyes.

matter what I say, he doesn’t believe me.

I got

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

a while and looks not

supposed to be scared that I am pregnant. Because there are so many pregnant women scrambling for properties. Men should be afraid of being haunted by women with the

“You can rest assured that I am not 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 not

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

“Get out.”