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 and goes

follow him to the

having lunch outside, instead of going home, he takes me to a

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

help you,

could give you

briefly round

to send me

expensive. It would be a

poor office worker like me." I say, smiling at Frances

and says coldly, "Just pick one.

do so,

lips

in her forties, all the

I find that jewelry here are really frighteningly expensive. A simple necklace is ten thousand

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

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

my heart

is four

My heart tightens.

at the necklace and asks,