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 and

follow him to the

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

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

I help

could give you some

moment. He glances briefly

to

so expensive. It would be a

poor office worker

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

daddy’ has requested me to do so, it would be too

lips

a woman in her forties, all the others, including the manager, gather around Frances Louis and present him with a

that jewelry here are really frighteningly expensive.

on a show, just to make Frances Louis think I'd seen all of them. But when I see a necklace, I could not

to the

feel like my heart is being pulled by

is four

My heart tightens.

Louis comes to me. He looks at the necklace