Chapter 57
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 57<\/p>\n
\u201cAhhhh!\u201d<\/p>\n
I scream and jump up. I take a napkin and wipe out the coffee on my face.<\/p>\n
The burn is swollen and painful. I look up at the woman in front of me and frown.<\/p>\n
I remember her. She is the woman who came with Steven Song\u2019s mother that day, her name is Violet Sue.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you crazy?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stare at this woman in front of me.<\/p>\n
As soon as I speak, the skin on my face hurt, and I call the waiter to bring me some ice.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shameless bitch! How dare you steal my man!\u201d<\/p>\n
Violet Sue\u2019s expression is ferocious. It doesn\u2019t match her delicate face at all.<\/p>\n
It is true that a woman can\u2019t keep sober as long as she gets involved with men.<\/p>\n
The crowd around are all looking this way, waiting for a good play.<\/p>\n
The waiter has brought me an ice pack and I feel better by putting it on my face.<\/p>\n
I snort and says to the woman, \u201cyou know clearly that Steven Song doesn\u2019t like you. Don’t blame me for his neglect of you. If you want to talk to me about it, I’ll bring Steven Song here right now and have him confront with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I just want to scare Violet Sue, but she is scared.<\/p>\n
After giving me a passive look, she turns to me and says, \u201cWhy bother him? I just slipped. If you get hurt, I can take you to the hospital. Why call Steven Song here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want him to drive me to the hospital, can’t I?\u201d<\/p>\n
I say triumphantly, smiling at Violet Sue.<\/p>\n
Violet Sue is so angry and afraid to provoke me again. She leaves shamefacedly.<\/p>\n
She looks around at the crowd of spectators and flees away, clutching her chest.<\/p>\n
After paying the bill, I cover my red swollen face and go to the drugstore nearby to buy some medicine.<\/p>\n
It’s difficult to take a taxi because of the rain. It takes me long time to stop a taxi. When I get back to Louis\u2019s house, it has already been ten o ‘clock in the evening.<\/p>\n
Frances Louis sits on the sofa in the living room, staring at the TV.<\/p>\n
The TV is off. What the hell is he watching? See your handsome reflection on the screen? I don’t think Frances Louis is so narcissistic, is he?<\/p>\n
I go in with confusion. As soon as I step in, Frances Louis’s eyes come over.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere have you been?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face is dark and he comes towards me step by step.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-81","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/81","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=81"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}