In My Desperate Time

Chapter 17 Stop haunting me

I don't know if it's just my illusion, but I always feel like I'm being interrogated like a cheating wife questioned by a husband.

But what's between Frances Louis and me? If there is anything, it is all about that night.

But we are adults, and this kind of thing is not a big deal. I am a woman and I give him my first time without saying anything, but now he is haunting me.

“Do I need to tell you that? It seems to be nothing between us.” All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

I leave the words lightly. All I want to do is to go to the bathroom.

Frances Louis strides forward and walks beside me, clipping me between him and the wall, leaving only a narrow passage for me.

Hearing my words, he turns his head and looks at me with a light smile, “the relationship between creditor and debtor is not enough for me to ask?”

“Enough enough enough. You're rich. You're the best. I beg you to stop haunting me!”

Damn it! I just want to go to the bathroom! Why is it so hard!

“Are you sure I'm the one who haunts you? You follow me all the way to the men's room, and I have more reason to doubt your purpose."

He says and points to the signboard on the door.

Seeing the signboard, I am awkward immediately.

I follow him to the men’s room. That’s so embarrassing!

I am unconvinced and hum. I pretend to be calm and say, “the female’s room is beside, I like to stroll outside for a while before I go in there. You have a problem?”

However, Frances Louis raises his noble chin to the opposite side and says, “No. I just want to remind you kindly that the ladies' room is down the hall. The reason why this hotel designs like this is probably to avoid women like you following men.”

The he goes into the bathroom, leaving me crying without tears.

I take a deep breath and run across the hall. I almost can’t hold it back.

Frances Louis, you just wait and see!

Unfortunately, as soon as I come out of the bathroom, I see Frances Louis coming out from the opposite side.

A man pee so slowly. He must have a problem with his prostate, also his kidney function, perhaps also the impotence. Yes! It must be like this!

Thinking like this makes me feel comfortable, then I come back to the private room feeling satisfied.

Frances Louis and I go into the private room side by side.

Fortunately, people are drunk, and busy toasting each other, and no one pays attention to us.

Otherwise, there would be another ridicule.

But somehow, they have changed their seats.

Now there are only two vacant adjacent seats.

Frances Louis is natural and sits on the right.

I don’t know what to do, but bite the bullet to sit beside him.

Left is Steven Song and right is Frances Louis.

Suddenly I feel myself like a sandwich biscuit.

“President Louis takes so long. You should be punished to drink three bottles of wine.” Someone sees Frances Louis and says immediately.

“That’s right. The beauty who comes with President Song also have to drink.” Someone continues.

I can’t drink. As long as I drink wine. The measles would run all over my body. That looks ugly.

“Sorry, I'm allergic to alcohol. I substitute tea for the wine.” I say sorry and rise with my tea.

But they don’t buy it, and insist to make me drink the wine.

Steven Song also doesn’t have the heart to see me suffer, and says hurriedly, “Le me help her, you can’t bully a woman. The hero saving the beauty has always been my hobby.”

But people don’t buy it, “President Song, that’s not what you said when you force companion to drink. How could you change the rules when it comes to you?”

Now it makes Steven Song to ride the tiger.

Cindy Leigh has risen up. She pours a glass of wine and comes towards me.

“Miss Noyes, right? I drink a toast to you.”

Then she pours that glass of wine into my mouth, almost forcibly.

After drinking, I feel every inch of my body like being on fire, which is so uncomfortable.

It's white wine, and it won’t be long before I get red rashes on my body.

If I really drink three glasses of wine, I would definitely die here.

The sinister smile flashes through Cindy Leigh’s eyes. Steven Song can’t help me, but feeling anxious standing aside.

Frances Louis has already finished three glasses of wine. Seeing Cindy Leigh still try to pour wine into me, he grabs the glass in her hand, drains the whole glass in one gulp, and then pours himself another glass and drinks it.

“I will drink the last two glasses for her. If you still don’t let her go, you are not giving me face.”

His words stop everyone’s mouth.

No one speaks anymore.

It seems that the identity of Frances Louis is really different from that of these ordinary bosses.

The dinner is over soon, and the business has been settled.

Steven Song drinks a lot and leans his body on me all the time when he is walking. It takes me a lot of energy to hold him up. I also drink, so I couldn't drive Steven Song home, so I call an agent driver to send him back.

I walk to the bus stop to take the next bus back.

The night wind is blowing fiercely, I doesn’t wear too much, plus I am about to get a wine rash, my body couldn't help shivering.

The medicine store is right behind me, but I don't even have the money to buy some allergy medicine.

Ten dollars. I don't know how long I can hold out. I have always been stubborn, and I don't want to borrow money from anyone.

When I get home, I have to face my parents' questions and dilemma. The burden of life is almost overwhelming me.

Even the conditions offered by Frances Louis begin to dance in my mind.

For me now, what he said is really attractive. It's just, I don't want to degenerate to this situation.

I shake my head and get rid of my dirty thoughts, then I feel better.

But I don’t know where I can go.

“Here.”

The sound of Frances Louis comes behind.

I am stunned.

Why is he still here? Apparently he leaves before me.

I look back. He is holding a small pharmacy bag in his hand. Next to him, there is no Cindy Leigh with big boobs.