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.

room. The bathroom light

wife?” I ask.

closes the computer and gets

is in

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

His wife is still here in the morning, why she left

me. It’s not my turn to ask about his

do you

him nervously.

went to the

stares at

I tell him that

disinfectant.” He reads

as sensitive

up at the show and then you went to

approaches close to me, and his breath has filled all the space between

thinks I

casually. Otherwise, there

answer flatly, meeting his eyes.

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

got

“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, but I don't

scrambling

no thoughts about his fortune, I explain, “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 going to

me sharply. His

“Get out.”