In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 63

I put the meat into my mouth slowly and look at the woman who is speaking.

I know her. She is one of the women who surround Frances Louis.

She is followed by two other women. One is Fontaine, who still has tears on her face. When she looks at me, the venom in her eyes almost kills me.

Although they have three people, I am not afraid of them.

What can they do to me in public? Besides, with Frances Louis supporting me, I'm a coward.

Slowly I wipe my mouth, then my hands. I get up, smiling at them, “what can you do if I am from the countryside? Frances Louis's dating with me, not you. I have flown up on the branch, I am the phoenix!”

Usually I really hate the entanglement with Frances Louis. But now, it has become the backing for my arrogance.

They're just a bunch of bullies, and if I'm tough enough, they'll know I'm not a push-over.

Then their faces turn pale. They look towards Frances Louis and seem to be frightened.

“You are just a sex toy. Wait and see.”

That woman leaves a malicious sentence and go away with other two women.

I purse my lips and sit down to eat. This foie gras is so delicious, I don't know who the chef is, how could he make such a delicious thing.

Sure enough, the rich eat better than the average person.

Hungry and greedy, in a short time, there is only one foie gras left on the plate.

I look at the last piece of meat in front of me awkwardly, hesitating to eat it.

“Is it good?” The playful voice of Frances Louis rings behind me, and I blush immediately.

All women here are famous ladies, polite and reserved. They eat like a bird. I don't fit in here.

“No!”

I answer dishonestly, and get up to leave.

The light in the hall suddenly dims.

Frances Louis takes my hand and holds me into his arms.

“Let’s dance.” His star-like gaze almost melts me.

My heart beats quickly.

Again, I am distracted by Frances Louis. Facing such a handsome and rich man, I feel difficult to resist him. But the relationship between him and me is just a deal, and I can't let myself sink down in the illusion.

I shake my head and get out of his hand, “I don’t want to dance with you.”