In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 17

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.”

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.