In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 112

Thirty- three years, what can I say?

I can only say that Frances Louis is good at math.

I am twenty-four years old this year. Thirty-three years later, I will be fifty-seven years old. Will all my youth be wasted on this man?

God knows how desperate I am to get away from this fate and live the life I want.

“No matter what, I can’t give up.”

“Four million, I will pay you off.”

I say to Frances Louis confirmedly.

His eyes fall on me and he stares at me for a while.

I don’t know what he is thinking, and I couldn't see through that look. The unreadable Frances Louis frightens me.

Frances Louis's phone rings in front of me, breaking the eerie silence.

He looks at the screen as if hesitating whether to answer it or not.

Whose call makes Frances Louis look like this?

I peep at it and see Whitney Jordan’s name.

That name makes me panic.

Apparently, a woman should be psychologically tough to be a mistress.

For a long time, Frances Louis doesn’t answer the phone. I could not help saying, “Are you not answering your wife's call? Perhaps she has missed you?”

Frances Louis glances at me with a frown, then he taps on the screen and answers the phone.

“Hello.”

The volume of Louis’s phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm listening intently, I can hear Whitney Jordan’s talking clearly.

“Why didn’t you answer my phone for so long?”

Whitney Jordan is questioning with no coquetry.

“I was driving.” Frances Louis answers lightly.

“When will you come to see me?”

The two make small talks, but it sounds like flirting over the phone to me. I can’t bear to listen anymore.