In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 12

“Who you are looking for?”

A fifty-year-old woman looks at me and asks in confusion.

She seems like a servant of Frances Louis.

“Hello I want to meet Mr. Frances Louis.” I smile and say politely.

“Our sir doesn't meet people casually, still less a woman.” The servant doesn't answer me and talk to herself.

A deep and lazy voice comes from upstairs.

“Let her up.”

The maid looks at me like something big happens. She takes me upstairs.

When we arrive at the door, she knocks and then goes away.

The man stands beside the window, holding a glass of wine in his left hand gracefully. He sits beside the window lazily, staring outside.

Nobody knows what he is thinking.

“Mr. Louis.”

I call him gently and walk in.

Frances Louis turns around, a light smile hiding on the corner of his mouth.

His smile makes my heart beat slowly. I am not an anthomaniac. But his smile is so charming.

“Yes” He answers lazily.

Suddenly I don’t know how to tell. Because I am not sure whether he remembers me or not.

Frances Louis stands up and puts the wine on the window.

The sun shines through the wine in the glass, casting mottled light.