In My Desperate Time

Chapter 67 I am screwed

My mother's presence here is not going to be a good thing, I know that.

Seeing me, my mother quickly stands up from the ground and walks quickly towards me.

“Jane, I haven’t seen you for all those days. You seem to be fatter.”

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.

“What do you want?” I ask her directly.

Now I just want to solve Frank Noyes’s problem and make my parents back home with him.

But I don't know when Frances Louis will help me, which makes me feel that the torture is a long way off.

My mother looks at Frances Louis, rubbing her hands nervously on the trousers, and says, “you know, your father has retired, his pension is not much, and your brother has lost his job, but we have to live...”

I understand. She wants money.

My father used to work at the town hospital, and his pension was $3, 000 a month. Although they can’t live a rich life in Virginia, it is enough to meet the basic needs of a family. Besides, I've already paid the rent.

It must be Frank Noyes who's still spending my parents' money. He has spent all my parents’ savings, and now he still doesn’t repent.

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.

“I have no money.” I say coldly.

In fact, I have more than 70,000 dollars in my card. I don’t 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.

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.

“You have no money, but Mr. Louis certainly has.” She says in a low voice, her finger poking at me, indicating that I should ask Frances Louis for money.

She knows about my relationship with Frances Louis, but she feels no shame about it. Instead, she is proud. Isn’t it shameful for her that her daughter is a mistress?

Frances Louis clearly hears her.

He smiles to my mother, “You want money?”

“Yes.” my mother nods, her eyes shining, as if she has seen a lot of money.

I thought that Frances Louis would pay her. Because the last thing he needs is money.

But he looks around and says to my mother, “The 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.”

My mother's face changes slightly, and she says to Frances Louis, “Mr. Louis, I mean, can you give me some money...”

I stand aside, feeling embarrassed and ridiculous.

“Why?” The man raises his eyebrows and looks at my mother half- squinting.Content is property of NôvelDrama.Org.

There are not many expression changes on Frances Louis’s face but this look means that he is not happy. I can see it.

“Because my daughter…”

“Enough!”

I interrupts my mother's words and say coldly, “you’d better hurry to go, or I will call the security guard.”

Mom doesn’t believe I can do this to her and she still stands there. I make up my mind and wave to the security guard who is patrolling nearby.

“Someone has broken in, please take her out.”

The security guard doesn’t know me, but he knows Frances Louis. Seeing that he doesn’t oppose, the security guard orders my mother to go out.

“Jane Noyes, you fly to the branch to enjoy all kinds of things, and leave your parents alone! I gave birth to you for nothing!” My mother says to me fiercely, but her body is dragged out by the security guard.

Enjoy?!

My mother pushes me into this fire pit. Now I am doomed eternally but she thinks I'm enjoying? I want to laugh, but my tears can’t stop falling down.

“Crying for what? I don't like women crying.” Frances Louis says quietly.

I wipe my tears away quickly and squeeze a smile at Frances Louis.

Frances Louis is a fire pit, and he is the only one who might pull me out of it. Only by pleasing him can I hope to get out of my present life.

Back in the villa, I dutifully cook for Frances Louis.

Be goody, behave yourself., I keep reminding myself.

Fortunately, I have a good sleep at night because Frances Louis doesn’t torture me.

But apparently, I celebrate too soon.

Before open my eyes, I feel a body covers me.

His kisses fall on my bare skin like the rain, which makes me wake up. Raising up, I meet Frances Louis's refreshing face.

He seems to be in a good mood.

Damn him! He tortures me no matter he is happy or not!

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.

Not enough foreplay, but I feel not much pain. It seems that under the guidance of Frances Louis, now my body is terribly sensitive.

The mobile phone is vibrating crazily at the bedside, and Frances Louis is also moving regularly on me.

“Please stop for a moment, I need to answer the phone.”

Instead of stopping, Frances Louis speeds up.

Feeling anxious, I lift my foot and kick.

I don’t expect to be able to kick the mountain of Frances Louis off, but sadly, I kick Frances Louis rolling over and out of bed.

I am screwed.