In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 61

He wears a silver-grey suit and looks elegant and distinguished. Even with all the people around, I can recognize him at a glance.

I am surprised that Frances Louis would pick me up.

In my opinion, only others can pick up him.

“Let’s go.”

Frances Louis says simply, and strides his long legs out.

It’s difficult for me to follow him up with my short legs.

He bullies my short legs.

“Why ask me to come here?” I ask as I get into the car.

I eat a hamburger on the plane. I am still hungry. Now my stomach is growling.

It would be great if we could go to dinner now.

“Go to the hotel first.”

Frances Louis says simply. He starts the engine and drives forward.

Hotel?

What does he want to do?

I haven't recovered from my waist injury, and I'm starving to death. I really don't have the heart to deal with him.

“Can I choose not to go?” I look at Frances Louis, trying to look pathetic.

“Do you think you have the right to say no?” Frances Louis snorts and looks back at me.

At the sight of his eyes, I am so frightened that I dare not speak, and follow him to the hotel in resignation.

If Frances Louis really forces me to do something, I would rather die than comply. Surely according to his noble character, he would not force me.

Frances Louis books the presidential suite. This is the first time I have seen the presidential suite.

“Take off your clothes.”

Frances Louis says in a low voice.

He really wants to…

I look at him in horror, a little nervous.

“I don't want to do it. I just want to eat.” I look at him and say honestly.

“Do what?” He raises his eyebrows and looks at me faintly. His mouth turns a little radian, and he presses it down quickly.

Frances Louis doesn’t like smiling. Basically, all his expressions I saw was cold and emotionless. But I'm pretty sure he was suppressing a laugh.

“You tell me to do what?”

I feel embarrassed to speak it out, so I can only question him.

He glances at me with a hint of disdain.

“You think too much, after you change your clothes, follow me to the 18th floor.”

He says and points at the full dress on the bed.

It's a peacock blue dress. I'm not a clothes designer, but I know something about luxury. This dress is exquisitely made, and it is all handmade, which looks pricey.

Why does Frances Louis suddenly ask me to change into this dress? But anyway, it's better than have sex!

I looked at the man sitting on the opposite side of the bed and say, “Then you go out, you stand here, how do I change?”

Frances Louis doesn’t move. To be exact, he doesn’t even look up.

Damn him! Does this man have a weird taste for watching women change?