In My Desperate Time

I lick my lips, tasting the sour taste of yogurt.

Crap. I forget to wipe my mouth.

I feel so embarrassed.

I lower my head and remain silence.

Frances Louis says nothing and asks me to go down stairs for lunch.

I thought he has ordered takeout, but when I go downstairs, the table is empty.

"Where is the food?"

I ask Frances Louis who is sitting on sofa leisurely.

"You want me to cook for you?" The man raises his eyebrows and looks at me defiantly.

Thinking of his wicked cuisine, I shake my head quickly and say firmly, "No."

I am not Whitney. I will not flatter him.

"Let’s go."

Louis says

follow him

home, he

goes inside, the shop assistants all gather around him. I'm not exaggerating that

I help you,

could give

Louis’s eyes don’t pause on them for any moment. He glances briefly round the shop,

he want to send

are so expensive. It would be a waste for

These things don't suit a poor office worker like me." I say, smiling at

and says coldly, "Just pick

so, it would be too melodramatic

my lips and

are supposed to surround me as I am selecting. But except a woman in her forties, all

that jewelry here are really frighteningly expensive. A simple necklace

make Frances Louis think I'd seen all of them. But when I

design of this necklace is very delicate, from the workmanship to the inlaid jewelry, all of them are showing

heart is

is four million

My heart tightens.

at the necklace and asks,