In My Desperate Time

Chapter 129 Select Anything You Like

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

follow him

outside, instead of going home,

all gather around

I help

could give you some

briefly round the shop, turns

want to send

be a waste for me to

things don't suit a poor

and says coldly, "Just

so, it

my lips and look

selecting. But except a woman in her forties, all the others, including the manager, gather around Frances Louis and present

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

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

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

heart is

price is four million

My heart tightens.

at the necklace and asks, "Do you

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