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

him to

going home, he takes me

nobility. As soon as he goes inside, the shop assistants all gather around him. I'm not

help

could give you

pause on them for any moment. He glances briefly

want to send

would be a waste for

These things don't suit a poor office worker

Louis frowns and says coldly, "Just pick one.

my ‘sugar daddy’ has requested me to do so, it would be too melodramatic for

lips and look

a woman in her forties, all the

here are really frighteningly expensive. A simple necklace is

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

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

like my heart is being pulled

is four million

My heart tightens.

comes to me. He looks at the necklace