In My Desperate Time

Chapter 118 What a jerk.

“Shame on you.”

I say in a low voice, and go upstairs. I have to choose the right dress for my cruise tomorrow.

I don’t have many clothes, after looking for a long time, only a gauze skirt looks appropriate.

Then I take my nightgown to the bathroom for taking a bath. When I am washing, suddenly there is someone knocking on the door.

Not the door of the bedroom, but the door of the bathroom!

There is no one else in this house but Frances Louis. It must be him!

“Don’t come in!”

I say in a panic.

The next second, the door handle is turned, Frances Louis opens the door and comes in, glancing at me.

“Don’t you hear me? I said don’t come in!” I quickly pick up a towel to cover my naked body and shrink back.

“No.” The man comes closer to me with a wicked smile on his lips. “Besides, which part of your body I haven’t visited?”

What a jerk!

Will he force me to have sex with him now?

I gulp nervously and tell him, “I am still in menstrual period. Don’t try to do anything to me.”

Frances Louis sneers, “What do you think I'm going to do to you? What's the dirty thought in your head?”

I purse my lips at Frances Louis and say, “You know whose thoughts are dirty.”

Frances Louis chuckles and doesn’t contradict me. I shall see his silence as approval.

“After you finish washing, go out and I have something to tell you.” Frances Louis says and goes out.

I lock the door quickly, afraid that he would break in again. But, did he come in just to say this to me, or did he come to peep at me deliberately?

I think the latter is more likely.

After the bath, I take on the nightgown and get out.

Frances Louis, who is sitting on the bed, sees me coming out and pats the place aside.

I understand, go there and sit down. Most of the time, I am still willing to be obedient to him.

“Go out with me tomorrow.”

Frances Louis says to lightly.

Tomorrow? Why tomorrow? I will go to the sea with Steven Song tomorrow. I just said that I would be obedient to him, and now I'm going against his wishes.

“I have an appointment tomorrow.” I say.

Frances Louis's face turns dark, and he says sharply, “cancel it.”

“No.” I refuse him at once.

I don't like to break my promise. I will never go back on my word if I still have a choice. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I beg your pardon!” Frances Louis’s face turns obvious dark.

The air pressure in the room is so low that I dare not breathe. Instead, I look at Frances Louis with a stubborn expression, “I live with you because I owe you money. But I will pay you off and I am not the woman you bought. I have the right to do whatever I want.”

I know my words would irritate Frances Louis.

But on matters of principle, I don't want to compromise.

I want to live as a person, not as a thing, a plaything.

This is the only belief that has sustained me so far.

“You…”

Frances Louis's words are interrupted by the sudden ringing of the mobile phone.

He looks at me, and answers his phone.

“Frances, I'd better go with you tomorrow. I promise there won't be any trouble. I've already chosen my clothes. Come and pick me up tomorrow morning.” Whitney Jordan's sweet and gentle voice comes.

Before Frances Louis could speak, she adds, “That’s it. Dad is calling me. Bye, I'll wait for you tomorrow.”

Whitney Jordan hangs up the phone. Frances Louis keeps silent for a moment. Then he says to me in a cold voice, “There are a lot of women waiting to go with me, Jane Noyes, don’t think too highly of yourself.”

Frances Louis goes out angrily, but I just ignore him and go to sleep.

The next morning when I go downstairs, he has gone.

Perfect, I don’t have to look at his long face!