In My Desperate Time

“What’s this?”

“See for yourself.”

He says coldly.

Huh, pretending to be indifferent?

I curl my lips, take the thing in his hand and open it. It turns out to be a dress from DS.

He is buying me clothes.

Frances being considerate is making me more confused.

I vow to hate him just now, but because of his petty favors, my heart is softened.

I look down on myself a little bit.

“It’s a gift from Herman, the latest DS model. I don't wear women's clothing, so I am giving it to you.” He said coldly.

What else can I say? Fortunately, I don’t want to say what I am thinking. Otherwise, I will be laughed at by him for over-thinking.

need to wear the expensive ones. Anyway, fancy clothes only match a fancy person.”

take the clothes I dried, and walk to

throws

Can't I afford buying

is a

suddenly becomes

would have no

really fit me as if they were made for me. I can't help but wonder, is it really a gift

out and

takes me directly to the restaurant at the hotel and

to have a meal together and his hospitality is too hard to turn

at me up and down when he sees me. “This is the latest

away? Is it necessary to emphasize

don’t want to ask too much, only

me during the meal. I tell him everything I could say, just to leave an impression in his heart. I am a

but this may only be the only opportunity

what Herman is thinking. We go straight back to the room

sleep through the night