{"id":95,"date":"2026-09-28T13:06:20","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T13:06:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/in-my-desperate-time-71\/"},"modified":"2026-09-28T13:06:20","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T13:06:20","slug":"in-my-desperate-time-71","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/in-my-desperate-time-71\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 71"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 71<br \/>\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 71<\/p>\n<p>\u201cCome to room 306.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>What\u2019s wrong with Frances Louis?<\/p>\n<p>His wife\u2019s here and he wants me to go to his room? Does he want his wife to slap me in the face?<\/p>\n<p>Plus, I even don\u2019t know where the hotel he lives is, how could I go?<\/p>\n<p>\u201cNo.\u201d I refuse him directly.<\/p>\n<p>Soon, Frances Louis replies.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cIf you don\u2019t come, I will come to you.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I ignore him and put my phone on the night table.<\/p>\n<p>He doesn&#8217;t know which hotel I&#8217;m staying in, I&#8217;m not afraid of him!<\/p>\n<p>One minute later, there is a knock at the door.<\/p>\n<p>I bounce out of bed and sit there quietly, not knowing what to do.<\/p>\n<p>Damn it! Frances Louis must be staying in the same hotel with me. Or why he comes so fast?!<\/p>\n<p>I dare not open the door.<\/p>\n<p>No good could come of Frances Louis coming to see me himself. And he sounds angry in his previous messages, which makes me more flurried.<\/p>\n<p>The phone vibrates on the night table. I look at it and the message contain only three words, simple as Frances Louis always does.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cOpen the door.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The bell rings only twice before it stops, but I know Frances Louis is still outside. I also know that if I didn&#8217;t open the door tonight, I would die.<\/p>\n<p>Of course, I may also die even if I open the door.<\/p>\n<p>After a period of hesitation, I put on my slippers and open the door.<\/p>\n<p>Frances Louis walks in directly and sits on the bed.<\/p>\n<p>The bed is soon tinged with red blood. I look at the snow-white sheets, crying in my heart.<\/p>\n<p>How am I going to explain the blood on this bed to the hotel tomorrow?<\/p>\n<p>Looking up through the bloodstain, I see a cut on Frances Louis\u2019s wrist.<\/p>\n<p>Not deep, but not shallow.<\/p>\n<p>The blood keeps running down, making my heart tremble.<\/p>\n<p>Then I remember the night I went to him, and his wrist was also injured.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAutotomy or suicide?\u201d I ask, frowning at him.<\/p>\n<p>His eyes glance coldly over me, and he says lightly, \u201cNeither. Bind up my wound.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>I have no tools.<\/p>\n<p>But I can&#8217;t watch his blood drain away like this. I must stop the bleeding first.<\/p>\n<p>Stop bleeding?<\/p>\n<p>Something flashes across my mind.<\/p>\n<p>My menstruation is coming and I prepared something.<\/p>\n<p>He asks me straightly.<\/p>\n<p>It was the first time I had seen a man talk openly about it.<\/p>\n<p>He thinks my menstruation comes, and I don&#8217;t want to explain. I don&#8217;t want him to know that Frances Louis came last night.<\/p>\n<p>To get to the second floor, I have to pass Room 306.<\/p>\n<p>The door is open. Glancing in, I see Frances Louis zipping up his wife&#8217;s dress. Then, I quickly withdraw my gaze.<\/p>\n<p>I have a guilty conscience.<\/p>\n<p>But how dare he come to me since his wife is here?<\/p>\n<p>And the wound in his wrist, what happened?<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t dare to ask, and I don&#8217;t want to. I can\u2019t inquire about Frances Louis. The more I know, the worse it is for me.<\/p>\n<p>At breakfast, I take out my phone and look through the album.<\/p>\n<p>I took a lot of pictures on the show yesterday for inspiration.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I&#8217;m going to make money as fast as I can. Then, I can get away from Frances Louis.<\/p>\n<p>Speaking of the devil, Frances Louis and his wife arrive hand in hand, attracting a flood of admiring glares.<\/p>\n<p>Handsome man and pretty woman, just like a match made in heaven.<\/p>\n<p>They stop at our table. His wife smile at Steven Song and says,<\/p>\n<p>\u201cMr. Song, could we sit here?\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-95","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/95","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=95"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}