In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 50

After hanging up the phone, I still feel ill at ease.

What does Noah Jefferson mean?

“Who was that on the phone?” Frances Louis looks at me and asks in deep voice.

“No one.” I turn my head away with a guilty conscience.

“Why do you blush?” Frances Louis gives me a sneer of disbelief.

All I could do is run upstairs on the excuse that I am tired and want to sleep.

“Stop.” Frances Louis says coldly behind me, successfully stopping my footsteps on the stairs.

I know I'm so wimpy! But I can't help it. I'm just afraid of Frances Louis. He treats me not bad, but he has an innate sense of oppression.

My heart is beating, and I wonder whether to tell Frances Louis the truth or not.

But if I tell him, will he forbid me to go?

Slowly, I turn around and look at Frances Louis, don’t dare to say a word.

The man wipes his mouth gracefully and comes towards me.

The gradually closed distance makes my heart beat up violently.

Or I can just tell him. It's just a normal classmate’s reunion. I have nothing to fear.

“Wash the dishes, clean up the kitchen.”

He passes me and goes into the room.

I have been holding a dying heart. Hearing what he said, I am immediately relieved.

Fortunately, Frances Louis has some conscience and doesn’t come to see me tonight. But I don’t sleep well because of my lumbago.

Early in the next morning, I have a big pimple on my forehead.

Usually I don’t have pimples. But why at the time of classmate’s reunion and I get a big pimple.

My face is bitter. I have two face masks, which makes that pimple look even bigger.

Desperate!

So desperate!

I put up a lot of concealer and foundation, but couldn't cover up the pimple.

I can only wait for the lights turning dim a little bit and people would not see the pimple on my face.

Frances Louis leaves in the morning, so I don’t have to report my schedule to him.

The party is at 6 pm at Golden Hotel. I arrive at the hotel at 5:30 and meet Noah Jefferson at the door.

After a few years, the fresh and handsome young boy, his edges become more and more clear. Every move of him shows the charm of a mature man.

The feeling of heartbeat is very strong, I seem to go back to many years ago, back to the age of first love. He passed by mt at the first-grade classroom and since then, this boy has lived in my heart for three years.