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."

says

him to

instead of going home, he

as he goes inside, the shop assistants all gather around him. I'm not exaggerating that women who see him

I help

give

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

to

so expensive. It would be

a poor office worker like me." I say, smiling

frowns and says coldly, "Just pick one. Don't consider

‘sugar daddy’ has requested me to do so, it would

lips and look

woman in her forties, all the others, including the manager, gather around Frances Louis

jewelry here are really frighteningly expensive. A simple necklace

show, just to make Frances Louis think I'd seen all of them. But when I see a necklace, I

this necklace is very delicate, from the workmanship to the inlaid jewelry, all

my heart is being

is

My heart tightens.

Louis comes to me. He looks at