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 me

psychologically tough to be

phone. I could not help saying, “Are you not answering your wife's call? Perhaps

Louis glances at me with a frown, then he taps on the

“Hello.”

phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm listening intently, I can hear Whitney Jordan’s talking

my phone for so

Jordan is questioning with no

was driving.” Frances Louis

come

it sounds like flirting over the phone to me. I can’t

ask,

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

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

and I

Song.

Louis

But I feel uneasy.

Louis's expression becomes serious and he says in a grave voice,

see her, too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't

is specially