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

follow him to the

of going home,

all gather around him. I'm not exaggerating that women who see him are as excited as the flies

I help

could give

for any moment. He glances briefly round the shop, turns to me, and says, "Select anything

he want to send me

It would be a waste for me to wear

like anything. These things don't suit a poor office worker like me." I say,

and says coldly, "Just pick

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

my lips

selecting. But except a woman in her forties, all

expensive. A simple necklace is ten thousand dollars, which

a show, just to make Frances Louis think I'd seen all

the workmanship to the inlaid jewelry, all of

like my heart is being

is four

My heart tightens.

He looks at the necklace and asks,