In My Desperate Time

Chapter 61 Shameless

He wears a silver-grey suit and looks elegant and distinguished. Even with all the people around, I can recognize him at a glance.

I am surprised that Frances Louis would pick me up.

In my opinion, only others can pick up him.

“Let’s go.”

Frances Louis says simply, and strides his long legs out.

It’s difficult for me to follow him up with my short legs.

He bullies my short legs.

“Why ask me to come here?” I ask as I get into the car.

I eat a hamburger on the plane. I am still hungry. Now my stomach is growling.

It would be great if we could go to dinner now.

“Go to the hotel first.”

Frances Louis says simply. He starts the engine and drives forward.

Hotel?

What does he want to do?

I haven't recovered from my waist injury, and I'm starving to death. I really don't have the heart to deal with him.

“Can I choose not to go?” I look at Frances Louis, trying to look pathetic.

“Do you think you have the right to say no?” Frances Louis snorts and looks back at me.

At the sight of his eyes, I am so frightened that I dare not speak, and follow him to the hotel in resignation.

If Frances Louis really forces me to do something, I would rather die than comply. Surely according to his noble character, he would not force me.

Frances Louis books the presidential suite. This is the first time I have seen the presidential suite.

“Take off your clothes.”

Frances Louis says in a low voice.

He really wants to…

I look at him in horror, a little nervous.

“I don't want to do it. I just want to eat.” I look at him and say honestly.

“Do what?” He raises his eyebrows and looks at me faintly. His mouth turns a little radian, and he presses it down quickly.

Frances Louis doesn’t like smiling. Basically, all his expressions I saw was cold and emotionless. But I'm pretty sure he was suppressing a laugh.

“You tell me to do what?”

I feel embarrassed to speak it out, so I can only question him.

He glances at me with a hint of disdain.

“You think too much, after you change your clothes, follow me to the 18th floor.”

He says and points at the full dress on the bed.

It's a peacock blue dress. I'm not a clothes designer, but I know something about luxury. This dress is exquisitely made, and it is all handmade, which looks pricey.

Why does Frances Louis suddenly ask me to change into this dress? But anyway, it's better than have sex!

I looked at the man sitting on the opposite side of the bed and say, “Then you go out, you stand here, how do I change?”

Frances Louis doesn’t move. To be exact, he doesn’t even look up.

Damn him! Does this man have a weird taste for watching women change?

“Frances Louis, could you please move your noble ass and go out for a while?”

I think my attitude is very good, but the opposite master doesn’t buy it. After a cold look at me, he says, “I have seen every skin of your body. By the way, I'm on twitter. I don’t have time to look at you.”

Hearing he says twitter makes me feel guilty. I dare not speak again, directly take the dress to go to the bathroom. I lock the door and start to change clothes.

This dress is very tight. I don't like to wear clothes that are too tight. But now I am so hungry and feel a little loose.

They say that clothes make the man, and this is true. Although I look not bad, but this haute couture makes me look completely different.

Suddenly I look like a debutante.

The hemline of the dress is a little long, which requires a pair of high heels. Unfortunately, I changed my slippers when I entered the hotel. Now I can only carry my skirt out. As soon as I open the door, I see Frances Louis standing in the doorway.

I am shocked that I accidentally step on the hemline and lean forward.

My head just hits Frances Louis’s private part.

How embarrassing!

I blush and try to hold Frances Louis's leg to stand up. Suddenly I feel his private part thump twice and grow larger.

“You shameless! What are you thinking in your head!”

I am shamed into anger, looking at Frances Louis and shuttering.

He smiles and moves closer, his hot breath flapping on my face.

My face turns redder and my breath quickens.

“I remember. You jumped on me yourself. How come I am the shameless one?”

“Because you frightened me by standing at the door. What are you doing standing there, peeping?” I retort.

The more I think about it, the more suspicious Frances Louis is acting.

“I want to pee.”

He says coldly, and goes towards the bathroom.

He doesn’t come out after ten minutes. I couldn't help wondering if he is in there pooping and he feels embarrassed to say.

After twenty minutes, Frances Louis comes out.

He glances at me, and I notice that his face is darker than before.

He must be constipated! I secretly think in my head.

“Do you think your shoes go well with this dress?” He asks me, raising his eyebrows.

I look at the black heels on my feet, but there is nothing I could do.

“I only have this.”

Without speaking, he comes over and takes off my shoes. Then he takes out a pair of high heels from the closet and bents down to put them on for me.

From this angle, I can see Frances Louis's drooping eyebrows. This is the first time I have seen him from a height. I have to say, his features are really exquisite. Especially the eyelashes, black and long.

No wonder his eyes look so beautiful.

He gently put the shoes on me and I really felt like I am in a dream.

It is noble Frances Louis here half on his knees. In a trance, I feel like I am Cinderella. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

But I still have my senses. I know he will never be my prince.

After putting on my shoes, Frances Louis stands up and doesn’t seem to feel uncomfortable for what he did for me.

“Let’s go.” Genteelly, Frances Louis extends his arm towards me and beckons me to hold it.

I look down at the shoes on my feet. It’s a pair of silver shoes. The sequins and the luster of the clothes reflect each other, looking noble and elegant.

I don't know what occasion Frances Louis will take me to, and I need to dress so formally. After all, it's eleven o'clock. I am afraid of losing Frances Louis's face, and my hands are sweating, so I hold him tightly.

The elevator arrives the 18th floor, I take a deep breath and walk out.