In My Desperate Time

Chapter 179 Pick Another One by Secret Ballot

When I shout this sentence, I’m stunned.

Soon, I feel very regretful and I want to take back what I said just now.

Frances has said that we’re just bedmates. The fact that I love him should not be known by him. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

I tell him my secret that I love him. How should I face Frances?

I feel nervous and embarrassed.

I hang my head nervously, not knowing what to do. But I hear Frances sneer, "Jane, do you think I’ll believe you? I tell you there are a lot of women who like me. You are nothing to me."

I’m nothing to him.

I’m just one of Frances’ mistresses. When he likes me, I need to be around him. When he is tired of me, I will be abandoned mercilessly by him.

I’m relieved that he doesn’t take what I said seriously.

From now on, I will never confess to him. The fact I love Frances is going to be a secret forever and nobody will know it.

I put on my pants, walk out of the bathroom and go back to my room.

My clothes are so wet that I take them off and put on my nightdress.

Frances certainly won’t come here, and I can have a good sleep tonight. But as soon as I lie down, I couldn’t fall asleep. I have been thinking about Frances’s words.

Frances will never fall in love with me. He loves Whitney.

The beautiful and noble woman is worthy of his love.

The next morning, when I go downstairs, I don’t see Frances.

Old Mr. Louis is sitting on the sofa, watching the entertainment news of the day.

The stars’ affairs are being broadcast on TV: This star has a date with that star in private. This female star has an affair with that male star.

Staying with Frances for a long time, I can’t feel anything more when watching the entertainment news.

Old Mr. Louis sees me coming down and waves to me.

"Jane, you made Hot and Sour Rice Noodles for me last night. To thank you, I bought you breakfast."

Old Mr. Louis is too polite. Well, I think he’s turning me down.

There is no such thing as a free breakfast.

He knows that I will ask for a favor, so he refuses me in this way.

"Thank you."

I thank him politely. I look at the variety of breakfasts on the table and don’t walk over.

"Don’t you eat breakfast?" Old Mr. Louis asks me doubtfully.

"No, I’ll wait for Frances." I whisper.

He was mad at me last night. I don’t know how he will deal with Noah. If I don’t ask clearly, I will feel guilty.

"Don’t wait. He has gone to France with Whitney. I don’t know when they’ll be back."

He has gone to France with Whitney?

I feel a little depressed.

Is he on vacation with Whitney? France is such a romantic place. Only those who love each other will go there together.

"Oh."

I give him a brief answer. I force a smile to old Mr. Louis, "Let’s have breakfast."

After breakfast, old Mr. Louis insists on sending me to work. I don’t refuse him because I think it is troublesome to drive a car to work.

Soon, the car arrives at the door of the company.

When I enter the company, I see everyone talking about something in a low voice. I hear the word "France".

I feel lost at the thought of Frances going to France with Whitney.

Where are they going? Will they have sex in a hotel? Will they kiss in a crowded square?

All this makes me sad.

I’m very jealous.

At half past nine, Steven lets all the people of the design department to the meeting room.

"In France, there is a 10-days independent creation competition, which is hosted by DS Group. As long as you win the first place in the competition, you can sign a long-term contract with DS by yourself. So we will select two people to compete. Nicole is a well-known designer. Although she has some bad rumors before, she is still very talented. So she will compete. Let’s pick another one by secret ballot. Just write the name of the person you want to support."