In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 75

If it were anyone else, I wouldn't be afraid to miss his/her calls.

But he is Frances Louis.

He won't call me if there is nothing of particular importance. Two missed calls illustrate the seriousness of the matter.

After all, he is the patron. After a while of hesitation, I call Frances Louis back.

It rings several times before he answers the phone.

“Come to my room, now.”

Then Frances Louis hangs up.

My heart is beating severely. His wife and he live together, if I go to his room, I would be a sheep who sends itself to the tiger's mouth.

But Frances Louis speaks in such a decisive tone that I don’t have the courage to refuse.

Steven Song only knows that I called Frances Louis, but he doesn’t know what I said to him. After he sends me to the hotel, he goes upstairs alone.

When I get out of the elevator and pass 306, I find the door is unlocked.

I have already got an idea in the car. If I ran into Whitney Jordan, I'd say I come here to discuss with her about her works. Anyway, I watched yesterday's show carefully, and it is easy to select a topic about it.

I knock softly twice, and the voice of Frances Louis sounds from inside.

“Come in.”

I walk in, don’t dare to close the door.

Frances Louis is sitting at the head of the bed. His fingers are rapping on the computer, apparently, he is dealing with business.

Whitney Jordan isn’t in the room. The bathroom light is off. It looks like she isn’t here.

“Where is your wife?” I ask.

“She’s gone.” He closes the computer and gets out of bed.

With two steps, he is in front of me.

I couldn't get used to his sudden approach. I step back a little bit. Until there is no room for me to retreat, and my body sticks on the wall.

I am confused. His wife is still here in the morning, why she left in the afternoon?

I want to ask more when I remember what he said to me. It’s not my turn to ask about his business. So, I press down the doubt in my heart.

“What do you want?”

I ask him nervously.

“You went to the hospital?”

He asks, frowning. He stares at me, his eyes serious.

I am a little surprised. I don’t remember I tell him that I’ll go to the hospital, how could he know?

“The smell of disinfectant.” He reads my mind and says lightly.

His nose is as sensitive as a dog’s.