In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 65

I get up holding my limp waist and curse Frances Louis secretly.

“You teddy dog! I curse you for impotency.”

The bathroom door is pulled open with a clatter. Frances Louis stands there with a towel on his lower body, looking at me half-squinted.

“What did you say?”

“Nothing! I was wondering what you have eaten because you are so energetic.” I laugh a hollow laugh, and prevaricate quickly.

Men love to be complimented by women. Even if Frances Louis is otherworldly, he would not be an exception.

The knock on the door rings again. I don’t answer him anymore and go to the door.

“Don't open the door,” Frances Louis stops me and whispers.

“Why?” I turn to look at him and ask with confusion.

“It's not a secret that every time I come to Santos I would stay in this hotel. But no one ever knocked at the door, so I guess it is not a good visit.”

I stop when I hear his words.

Why should I make trouble for myself when Frances Louis doesn't want to mess with it?

He goes to the night table and calls the reception.

“There is someone knocking at my door. Whoever it is, tell him I'm out.”

Then, Frances Louis hangs up.

Soon the knocking stops.

He goes to the wardrobe and opens it. There are several suits hanging in it. They are all his size.

A man like him wouldn't go around with a pile of clothes. He must have always hired this room. But I am curious that he is so rich, why he still lives in a hotel, but buy a house?

“Do you have a house at Santos, Frances Louis?” I look at his sharp and strong figure and ask lightly.

“I don’t like buying house.” He says lightly.

He doesn’t seem to want to continue the subject, and I consciously shut up.

His hands begin to loosen the towel from his waist, and I turn my head hastily to avoid seeing what I should not see.

“Are you shy?” Frances Louis chuckles behind me.

I roll my eyes and ignore him.

Damn it! Why can’t be shy?! Is it strange that I am shy?

“Come here.” He suddenly says.

I don't know if he’s dressed and I kind of don't want to go.

“What?” I ask impatiently.

“Help me with my belt. Did you forget? It is a bug that you designed.”

The customer is the god, and the patron is gold Lord is more important than the god.

I could feel his eyes on me. I couldn't stop my palms from sweating as he looks at me, and it takes me a long time to buckle his belt.