In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 59

My head is pushed away fiercely.

Frances Louis's deep eyes are fixed on me, and his face is terribly gloomy.

The surrounding air freezes at once. Under the sharp eyes of Frances Louis, I feel like being cut by a knife.

Then I realize that I have asked a wrong question.

“Sorry, I drink too much.”

A cold wind blows away some of my intoxication. I stand up and step back, trying to get away from Frances Louis.

People say you can't touch a tiger's buttocks. I must have eaten the guts of an ambitious leopard to ask Frances Louis such a question.

“Stop.”

Frances Louis commands in a low voice.

His eyes are so frightening that I have no other idea but to run. Instead of stopping, I take two more steps back.

Suddenly I trip on something. My body swings back uncontrollably, and I start to sweat when I see the scene behind me.

I don't know when I've retreated to the edge of the platform. This is the third floor, and if I fall, there's half a chance I'll die, and half a chance I'll be crippled.

Neither is what I want.

I close my eyes and wait in despair to fall, but my hand is yanked and my body leans forward into warm arms.

I open my eyes and meet Frances Louis’s sharp eyes.

“I told you to stop! Don’t you understand?” He questions me harshly.

Then I realize that he was asking me to stop because he was afraid that I would fall, not because he wanted to punish me. He didn't speak clearly, and I almost fell off.

“I thought you would beat me.”

I say with grievance.

His brows twist. He says to me with a dark face, “am I so frightening?”