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 the

of going home, he

dignity and nobility. As 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

I help you,

give you some

any moment. He glances briefly round the shop, turns

want to

be a waste for

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

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

requested me to do so,

lips and

selecting. But except a woman in her forties, all the others, including the manager,

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

was going to put on a show, just to make Frances Louis think I'd seen all of them. But when I

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

my heart is being

is four million

My heart tightens.

me. He looks at the necklace and asks, "Do