Chapter 67
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 67<\/p>\n
My mother’s presence here is not going to be a good thing, I know that.<\/p>\n
Seeing me, my mother quickly stands up from the ground and walks quickly towards me.<\/p>\n
\u201cJane, I haven\u2019t seen you for all those days. You seem to be fatter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I know my mother is not concerned about my health; she is just saying that my life becomes better after I live with Frances Louis. But only I know the bitterness.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d I ask her directly.<\/p>\n
Now I just want to solve Frank Noyes\u2019s problem and make my parents back home with him.<\/p>\n
But I don’t know when Frances Louis will help me, which makes me feel that the torture is a long way off.<\/p>\n
My mother looks at Frances Louis, rubbing her hands nervously on the trousers, and says, \u201cyou know, your father has retired, his pension is not much, and your brother has lost his job, but we have to live…\u201d<\/p>\n
I understand. She wants money.<\/p>\n
My father used to work at the town hospital, and his pension was $3, 000 a month. Although they can\u2019t live a rich life in Virginia, it is enough to meet the basic needs of a family. Besides, I’ve already paid the rent.<\/p>\n
It must be Frank Noyes who’s still spending my parents’ money. He has spent all my parents\u2019 savings, and now he still doesn\u2019t repent.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, I don’t want to be tangled with them! I don’t want to care Frank Noyes, and I don’t want to care my parents. At least this way, I don’t have to mess with Frances Louis anymore.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no money.\u201d I say coldly.<\/p>\n
In fact, I have more than 70,000 dollars in my card. I don\u2019t spend much of the 20,000 dollars that Steven Song gave me. There are still 50,000 bonus and several thousand dollars left over from last month’s salary.<\/p>\n
But I don’t want to give them a penny. I still owe Frances Louis $900,000, which is far from enough. Besides, my family is a bottomless pit that can never be filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no money, but Mr. Louis certainly has.\u201d She says in a low voice, her finger poking at me, indicating that I should ask Frances Louis for money.<\/p>\n
She knows about my relationship with Frances Louis, but she feels no shame about it. Instead, she is proud. Isn\u2019t it shameful for her that her daughter is a mistress?<\/p>\n
Frances Louis clearly hears her.<\/p>\n
He smiles to my mother, \u201cYou want money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d my mother nods, her eyes shining, as if she has seen a lot of money.<\/p>\n
I thought that Frances Louis would pay her. Because the last thing he needs is money.<\/p>\n
But he looks around and says to my mother, \u201cThe neighborhood is full of wealthy people, and a lot of nannies and cleaners are in need. There are plenty of opportunities if you want to make money.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother’s face changes slightly, and she says to Frances Louis, \u201cMr. Louis, I mean, can you give me some money…\u201d<\/p>\n
I stand aside, feeling embarrassed and ridiculous.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d The man raises his eyebrows and looks at my mother half- squinting.<\/p>\n
There are not many expression changes on Frances Louis\u2019s face but this look means that he is not happy. I can see it.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause my daughter\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
But apparently, I celebrate too soon.<\/p>\n
Before open my eyes, I feel a body covers me.<\/p>\n
His kisses fall on my bare skin like the rain, which makes me wake up. Raising up, I meet Frances Louis’s refreshing face.<\/p>\n
He seems to be in a good mood.<\/p>\n
Damn him! He tortures me no matter he is happy or not!<\/p>\n
I am wearing a nightgown and a pair of underpants. Frances Louis skillfully reaches into the quilt and takes off my panty. Then he throes his muscular body on me.<\/p>\n
Not enough foreplay, but I feel not much pain. It seems that under the guidance of Frances Louis, now my body is terribly sensitive.<\/p>\n
The mobile phone is vibrating crazily at the bedside, and Frances Louis is also moving regularly on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease stop for a moment, I need to answer the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Instead of stopping, Frances Louis speeds up.<\/p>\n
Feeling anxious, I lift my foot and kick.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t expect to be able to kick the mountain of Frances Louis off, but sadly, I kick Frances Louis rolling over and out of bed.<\/p>\n
I am screwed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-91","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/91","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=91"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}