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

him to

lunch outside, instead of going home, he takes me

inside, the shop assistants all gather around him. I'm not exaggerating that women who see him

help you,

give

glances briefly round the shop, turns to me, and

to send me

would be a waste for

like anything. These things don't suit a poor office

coldly, "Just

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

bite my lips and look

surround me as I am selecting. But except a woman in her forties, all the others, including the manager, gather around Frances

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

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

this necklace is very delicate, from the workmanship to

feel like my heart is being

is

My heart tightens.

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