In My Desperate Time Chapter 45 He doesn’t dare to touch you

“Aren’t you in a hurry?”

I turn to ask him confusingly.

"It's not your turn to ask about my business.” He says lightly. Then he walks ahead of me and stands at
the door of Steven Song's house.

He knows Steven Song’s home. Did he secretly investigate or know Steven Song well?

I am curious but don’t ask him.

He's just said it's not my turn to take care of his business, and if I ask more, I might annoy him again.

“It’s okay for me to go in alone.”

I open the door and close it quickly.

Because Frances Louis doesn't play by the rules.

If I let him in, wouldn't that have been like setting the tiger free? As to whether he will be angry, we can
talk about it later.

On entering the door, I see Steven Song sitting on the sofa with a sullen face.

I am relieved that I didn’t let Frances Louis in.

“You are back.”

He stands up and moves his lips. He seems to want to ask me something, but he doesn’t know how to
begin. All he could do is look at me with a frown.



“I've come to get my things, and I won't live with you in the future. The money you paid me before, I will
transfer to your account, if you want to take it as me breaking the contract, I can also pay you the
liquidated damages.”

He and I both don’t mention Frances Louis, but we all now it is about him.

“That’s your choice, I respect it.” Steven Song says to me.

I nod and go in to collect my things, but there is a knock on he door.

Needless to say, it must be Frances Louis knocking at the door.

I know it. This guy's not that easy to deal with.

Steven Song frowns and wants to open the door. I grab him and say, “I'll open it. It's Frances Louis.”

Anyway, Steven Song is well aware of my relationship with Frances Louis now, so I don't have to hide it
anymore.

Frances Louis leans against the door and looks at me proudly.

“Please come in!” I grit mt teeth.

Frances Louis raises his eyebrows, walk in triumphantly, and sits down beside Steven Song in a
triumphant manner.

I didn't know where his proudness come from, and I am in the mood to ask. I go straight to my room
and begin to pack my things.

Life is really like a play, recently I move like playing games.



Within a few days, I moved from Andrew Malan to a rented house and from the rented place to Steven
Song's house. Now I am moving to Frances Louis’s house.

Luckily, I don’t have many things.

A suitcase and a big bag, that’s all.

When I come out, Steven Song is not in the living room.

I look around, but there is no sign of him.

“He’s gone.”

Frances Louis says quietly, her face looking a little unhappy.

Of course I know why he's so sulky. Men are all the same .Even if he doesn't like you, you can't pay
attention to others.

I take my luggage out.

It’s better that Steven Song is out, or I don't know how to say goodbye to him.

My luggage doesn’t have man things, but it has a computer and a lot of miscellaneous things, you don't
say, it is really heavy.

If Frances Louis were a gentleman, he would give me a hand.

But apparently, he is not.

“I'll take you home first. You make lunch and wait for me.” He says and get into the car.



I get my things into the car with difficulties, and Frances Louis watches me silently all the time, with no
intention to help me.

Damn it, I get it now. He wants me to be his mistress, but he has never thought of keeping me in
captivity. Fortunately, I've never been a delicate girl.

Frances Louis sends me to the villa and leaves. I feel that I am still dreaming in this vast villa.

My mom calls again, no doubt it is about Frank Noyes.

After a few perfunctory words, I hang up the phone.

I don't know what Frances Louis likes to eat, so I make some dishes with the ingredients in the fridge.

While I am cooking, Frances Louis comes back. He goes straight to the kitchen and takes a bottle of
water from the fridge.

“What do we eat today?”

His casual words make me stunned.

Perhaps he doesn’t realize that the tone he talks to me like a husband talking to his wife.

When Andrew Malan and I got married, he would come back and ask me the same thing.

Thinking of Andrew Malan, I realized that I haven’t asked him how things are going.

“How things going with Andrew Malan?”

I ask, turning the dishes in the pan.



The door of the refrigerator slammed shut. He turns to me, frowns slightly, and says with a sneer, “Why,
still thinking about your ex-husband?”

What? What’s wrong with this man?

I just ask him one question; how come I would annoy him!

He is the boss. He is the boss. I must endure!

I say to myself several times before I could resist the impulse to fight with him.

“I'm just afraid he would get me in trouble again. There is nothing else” I beg helplessly.

Frances Louis's face softens a little and he chuckles, “Look whose woman you are. He doesn't dare to
touch you now.”

What woman? I am just a shady mistress.

I say in my mind and put the dishes on the tale.

I don’t share a room with Frances Louis. Every night after sex, he would let me go back and sleep in
my own room.

I'm glad that I don’t have to sleep with him. It's just, when he's in bed, I wish he wasn't so crazy. Every
morning when I get up, I can’t feel my legs.

I really think Andrew Malan wouldn't bother me again.

But it seems that I really underestimate the distortion and madness of his mind.

Frances Louis go on a business trip on Sunday. I go to work alone.



Of course, even if he were here, I wouldn't expect him to drive me to work.

As soon as I get down, I run into an angry face.

Andrew Malan!

I haven’t seen him for a few days, he seems to have tanned a lot and looks very discomfited. Usually
He is well dressed, but now he is dusty and ragged. I don't know what happened to him these days, but
the murderous look in his eyes scares me.

And in his right hand there is a fruit knife. The moment he sees me, the hand that holds the knife
tightens again.

“What are you doing here?”

Instinctively, I put the bag in front of my heart and take a few steps back.

For a crazy man like him, I can’t beat him, I can only hide.

I am so busy backing up that I don’t even notice that there is someone behind me.

There is a glint in Andrew Malan’s eye. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my waist.

I turn my head and meet Susan Felton's sneering face. I look down, she is holding a knife in her hand
and the knife is stabbing my kidney in the right place.

Of course, even if he were here, | wouldn't expect him to drive me to work.
As soon as | get down, | run into an angry face.
Andrew Malan!

| haven't seen him for a few days, he seems to have tanned a lot and looks very discomfited. Usually
He is well dressed, but now he is dusty and ragged. | don't know what happened to him these days, but
the murderous look in his eyes scares me.

And in his right hand there is a fruit knife. The moment he sees me, the hand that holds the knife
tightens again.

“What are you doing here?”

Instinctively, | put the bag in front of my heart and take a few steps back.

For a crazy man like him, | can’t beat him, | can only hide.

| am so busy backing up that | don’t even notice that there is someone behind me.
There is a glint in Andrew Malan’s eye. Suddenly, | feel a sharp pain in my waist.

| turn my head and meet Susan Felton's sneering face. | look down, she is holding a knife in her hand
and the knife is stabbing my kidney in the right place.



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