In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 24

He holds me in his arms. Maybe his voice is too soft or maybe my mind is too dizzy. I almost says yes.

But soon after, I come to my sense.

If I become Frances Louis’s mistress, I will never keep my head up in front of others for the rest of my life.

I open the car door hurriedly and get off Frances Louis.

Because the action is too fierce, my legs softened, and I fell to the ground awkwardly, but I stubbornly say, “I will not be your mistress. I’m very grateful that you saved my life today. I will try to repay your kindness and the money I owe you. But I will not trample myself.”

I do not know whether my words will irritate Frances Louis. For a long time, he doesn’t speak, which only makes me more nervous.

He starts the car and pauses as he passes me.

I know he is waiting for me to change my mind.

Finally, seeing that I don’t mean to nod, Frances Louis gives me a deep look and drives away in the dust.

This man is so irresponsible! He leaves me in the middle of nowhere. How am I going to get back?

I don't want others to see me in a mess. I can only call Steven Song, I give him my position, and he doesn’t ask details and agrees.

By the time Steven Song arrives, it is already getting dark.

He gets out of the car and sees me, but he doesn’t dare come over. Instead, he stands there and asks, “Are you all right?”

I know, looking at the way I am now, anyone would freak out. I have been rolling on the ground covered with mud, and my clothes have been torn by Frances Louis. There are only a few rags that could cover me hardly.

I smile to Steven Song, “I am okay.”

Then he comes over. He takes off his coat and puts it on me, but never asks me what happened.

When we get home, Steven Song kindly orders the takeout. I eat some and go back to my room.

I can’t sleep for a long time.

My mind is full of the things I did with Frances Louis in the car. I feel my skin still burning when I think of his kisses on me.

After a long time, I finally fall asleep.

Early in the morning, a rapid knock on the door wakes me up.

“Jane Noyes, open the door.” The sleepy sound of Steven Song comes from the next room.

I walk to the door in my nightgown. I open the door, there are two beautiful women.

One is about thirty years old with the grace of a mature woman, and the other is delicate and charming, estimated to be about twenty-two or twenty –three, same of my age.

Both women see me with angry faces.

“Who are you?” The mature woman speaks first and gives me a disdainful look.

“Jane Noyes.” I answers truthfully.

“What is your relationship to Steven Song and why are you here?” The younger woman questions me quickly.

She is full of arrogance. Suddenly I don’t know how to explain. I don’t want to say something wrong and bring me trouble.

“Do you have any problem with her living in my house?”

Steven Song’s lazy sound comes behind me. I turn my head and see him come out with only a pair of shorts on. I turn my eyes away and grumble. He is really casual in his own house.

“Steven.”

As soon as the two women see Steven Song, they all change their faces.

Instead, Steven Song comes over, wrapping his arms around my waist, and saying vaguely in my ear, “Honey, you wake up so early.”

I freeze there, not knowing how to react.