Chapter 72
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 72<\/p>\n
No!<\/p>\n
I roar in my hear.<\/p>\n
However, I can\u2019t decide here.<\/p>\n
Steven Song glances up at them and says, \u201cas you like.\u201d<\/p>\n
Doesn’t Steven Song see me winking at him? With his temper that desire to stir up trouble, I really doubt if he did it on purpose.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Mr. Song have any comment on the products of this show?\u201d<\/p>\n
This woman talks about the show yesterday straight forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. There were several clothes yesterday, all of which are designed by Miss Jordan, right? Very nice.\u201d Steven Song replies with a smile.<\/p>\n
Miss Jordan?<\/p>\n
And she is a famous designer.<\/p>\n
There is only one person I know, Whitney Jordan.<\/p>\n
Nicole Snow is well known nationally but also internationally. But there\u2019s still a gap between her and Whitney Jordan’s. Whitney Jordan comes from a very good family, with the excellent resources and the enviable conditions.<\/p>\n
So sometimes, people need more than just talents. Some have won at the starting line.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. But the lady sitting next to you doesn’t seem very pleased with my work.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then, Whitney Jordan’s eyes fall on me.<\/p>\n
I feel awkward.<\/p>\n
It seems that the dress I commented yesterday is designed by Whitney Jordan. She didn’t mess up with me yesterday, but she can’t hold it today.<\/p>\n
I’m a little nervous.<\/p>\n
I look at Frances Louis, who is sitting there eating slowly, not caring what we are talking about.<\/p>\n
This man is so mentally strong. I talk to his wife face to face, and he eats with a clear conscience.<\/p>\n
I take a deep breath and smile at Whitney Jordan.<\/p>\n
\u201cI’m not saying Miss Jordan’s works aren\u2019t good, it’s just that different people have different tastes, and I happen to like simple things.\u201d<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know if my explanation would make her satisfied.<\/p>\n
She ponders for a moment. Her face looks not good. It takes a long time for her to relieve. Then she gives me a gentle smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something in what you say. Here is my card. If you have any questions about my work, you can always come and tell me.\u201d She hands me a card and, turning to Frances Louis, says, \u201cHoney, let’s eat at another table. What can a swallow know of the aims of a swan?\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands take her card and stop in the air awkwardly.<\/p>\n
Whitney Jordan seems like a well-educated person. I never think she would say something like this. But it’s not surprising, because the lady of a rich and powerful family is inevitably aloof and proud.<\/p>\n
Frances Louis doesn\u2019t stand up. He glances at me and says, \u201cYou cannot deny all just because you have different opinions. Perhaps, you have something in common.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am asking you. Why have you never told me!\u201d I ask again, following him.<\/p>\n
Now I am very confused, also feel very embarrassed. I don’t even know whether I am a mistress or a third woman. I am ruining Frances Louis\u2019s family. I’m more despised than a mistress.<\/p>\n
Frances Louis stops.<\/p>\n
He turns around. There is a dangerous smell in his half-narrowed eyes that makes my breath not smooth.<\/p>\n
\u201cJane Noyes, who are you to question me? Or are you jealous?\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither.<\/p>\n
I want to answer, but I could not utter a word facing the dangerous gaze of Frances Louis.<\/p>\n
\u201cJane Noyes, you are only a woman who wants something from me. You have no right to ask my business.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frances Louis’s words, like a basin of cold water, pour over my whole body. He always spoils me, which makes me almost forget that I just a tool to warm his bed.<\/p>\n
The heart tingles slightly.<\/p>\n
I bite my lip and say cunningly to Frances Louis, \u201cI know. I just think you should at least give me some mental preparation, or I don’t know have to face your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo your own job. Ignore her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frances Louis says lightly and goes back to his room.<\/p>\n
As soon as he goes in, a vase is thrown out of the door, which hits me right on the forehead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-96","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/96","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=96"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}