In My Desperate Time

Thirty- three years, what can I say?

I can only say that Frances Louis is good at math.

I am twenty-four years old this year. Thirty-three years later, I will be fifty-seven years old. Will all my youth be wasted on this man?

God knows how desperate I am to get away from this fate and live the life I want.

“No matter what, I can’t give up.”

“Four million, I will pay you off.”

I say to Frances Louis confirmedly.

His eyes fall on me and he stares at me for a while.

I don’t know what he is thinking, and I couldn't see through that look. The unreadable Frances Louis frightens me.

Frances Louis's phone rings in front of me, breaking the eerie silence.

He looks at the screen as if hesitating whether to answer it or not.

Whose call makes Frances Louis look like this?

I peep at it and see Whitney Jordan’s name.

name makes

woman should be psychologically tough to

not help saying, “Are

Louis glances at me with a frown, then

“Hello.”

phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet, or because

you answer my

Jordan is questioning with no

Frances Louis answers

will you come

make small talks, but it sounds like flirting over the phone to me. I can’t bear

hear Whitney Jordan suddenly ask, “Did you lose your Black

frowns. He looks in my direction, and then says dryly, “Why

went to the antique store today, and I saw a woman using your black card. It

skips a beat and I am

cooperation with Song Group, so I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to his employee. It's late, go to bed early and have a nice

Frances Louis hangs

But I feel uneasy.

expression becomes serious and he says in a grave voice, “Did you run into Whitney Jordan in the antique

be at the antique store with Nicole Snow, and I was surprised to see her, too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't black cards all the same?” I ask

“My black card is specially made by the bank. It has my