In My Desperate Time

Chapter 35 My hands feel a little sore

For the first time, I take Frances Louis' hand and walk out of NewFun with him. His car is parked on the right side of the door. It is the car that he drove when I first met him. How could I be so blind that don’t see it when I came in?

Being blew by the wind outdoor makes me sober. Suddenly I regret choosing to leave with Frances Louis, am I courting death?

Frances Louis pulls me into the car, but doesn’t start it. Some of those people, standing at the door of NewFun, are still looking at us, unwilling to give up.

“Don’t try to do anything to me. I won't allow you to do it.” I define my position seriously.

Probably Frances Louis thinks I look funny by talking like this. He fumbles out a cigarette and light it. I watch his movements with a kind of ecstasy.

I choke on his words and heard him continuing saying, “I, Frances Louis, will never take a girl’s advantage.”

“Don’t feel embarrassed to say it? Last time, in the hotel…”

I retort subconsciously, but feel shame to say more.

Frances Louis understands what I am trying to say immediately, but he just shakes his head and says, “That night, I didn't touch you.”

Didn’t touch me? How could it be?

The next day I got up with my whole body being sore and my legs are so weak. How could I be like that if I haven’t had sex with him?

Frances Louis seems to see through what I am thinking. He looks significantly at his right hand and says, “That night, my hand was a little sour.”

Hand?

Did he use his hand that night, just like that day I his car?

I don't know whether to be happy or sad. That night, I was seductive under the influence of the medicine, even out of control, and Frances Louis held it up and didn’t touch me.

Is it true that I can't get men interested? Or does he, like Andrew Malan, have erectile problems?

I am suddenly frightened by my thoughts. I look at Frances Louis and couldn't speak for a long time.

“I have already said, if you want to know if I am impotent or not, you can try it by yourself. It’s not late to change your mind now.” He turns to me and looks at me ambiguously.

The meaning of his words is obvious that he wants me to be his mistress.

I don't know why he comes to me, but I would never agree to his request. “you think too much. I said I would pay you back the money I owe you. As for your request, don't even think about it.”

I glance at his car and ask casually, “how much is your car?” Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

“4.5 million dollars.” He says casually.

Actually, the world of rich people is beyond my comprehension, “the car is only 4.5 million dollars, but it will cost 1.8 million dollars to repair it. You must be fooling me!”

He smiles lightly and hands over several bills directly, “here is the detailed charge for each item. You can check it carefully and see if you are cheated by me?”

Then Frances Louis suddenly comes closer. The tone of his words suddenly becomes ambiguous, and his eyes are all showing a evil smile.