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 is off. It looks like she

is your wife?”

closes the computer and gets

he is in front of

used to his sudden approach. I step back a little bit. Until there

still here in the morning, why she left in the

my turn to ask about his business. So, I press down the doubt in my

do you

ask him

went to the

He stares at me, his eyes serious.

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

smell of disinfectant.” He reads my mind and

nose is as sensitive as

went to the

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

I

Otherwise, there

flatly, meeting his

I say, he doesn’t believe

got

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

result for a while and looks not happy, but

scrambling for properties. Men should be afraid of being haunted by women with the excuse

I have 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

His face is cold and grave.

“Get out.”