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.

makes

should be psychologically

Louis doesn’t answer the phone. I could not help saying, “Are you not answering your wife's call? Perhaps

me with a frown, then

“Hello.”

the room is quiet, or

answer my phone for

Jordan is questioning

Frances Louis

you come to see

like flirting over the phone to

suddenly ask,

direction, and then says dryly,

black card. It

skips a beat and I am too nervous

cooperation with Song Group, so I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to

Louis

But I feel uneasy.

grave voice, “Did you run into

the antique store with Nicole Snow, and I was surprised to see her, too. But how did she know I was using

and explains, “My black card is specially made by the bank. It