In My Desperate Time

Chapter 82 Jane Noyes, you are funny.

It is only at the door that I finally realize what has just happened.

Did Frances Louis avenge for me?

We get into the car. I still feel impossible for what happened.

Why Frances Louis speaks up for me? He was mad at me before. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

My parents rush out and apologize to Frances Louis, “We’re sorry, Mr. Louis. We didn't mean that. Please forgive Frank. Now Jane Noyes is yours, we're family...”

“Jane Noyes is not a commodity, and you and I are not a family. You will pay for bullying my woman.”

Frances Louis gives them no opportunity to speak and drives off.

Does this mean that I can finally get away from that family?

But why am I not happy at all?

At least, I thank Frances Louis truly in my heart.

“Thank you, Frances Louis.”

I look over at him and thank him sincerely.

“You are my woman. Nobody can bully you except me.”

His words make my heart warm.

I even think in my mind: If I am really his woman, his only woman, that’s not a bad thing.

“Frances Louis, I have a question. There are so many women around you, why do you choose me? I'm not pretty nor special.”

If there must be something special of me, that would be I divorced as a virgin.

But it’s easy for Frances Louis to find a virgin. Why does he choose me, a divorced woman?

The car slows down. He turns and looks at me with smiling eyes.

“The beautiful skins are all the same in this world, but the interesting souls are one in a million. Jane Noyes, you're funny.”

Funny?

Well, I don’t know.

What is Frances Louis's definition of funny?

“Are you kidding me? I don't think I'm funny. If you like something funny, go and find a comedian, that will make you laugh every day.”

Frances Louis gives me a cold look and says nothing.

I don’t dare to talk. I sit on my seat obediently.

The quarrel between him and me is over now. Aa for Noah Jefferson, we all chose not to talk about him.

I don’t know whether Frances Louis has moved on or he is too lazy to speak to me.

I am happy and feel easy that he doesn’t talk to me.

The next morning, I go to work with a refreshing sprit. On entering the office, I encounter Nicole Snow's sullen face.

“Where did you go yesterday? You know how busy I was without you at work? Absenteeism for no reason, be careful to deduct all your salary.”

“You have no right to deduct my salary, and it’s not absenteeism. I asked Mr. Song for leave.” I explain to Nicole Snow.

Yesterday I asked Frances Louis and he said that he had asked Steven Song for leave for me.

“You think I will believe you? Don’t fool me around using your relationship with Mr. Song.” Nicole Snow gives me a disdainful look, clearly misinterpreting what I mean.

“You can ask me in person.”

Steven Song's voice comes from behind and manages to stop Nicole Snow's mouth.

She glares at me unwillingly, greets Steven Song respectfully, and goes off to work.

“Jane Noyes, come up, I have something to talk to you.”

Steven Song’s words make everyone pay attention to me. I could tell by those looks that they must think that Steven Song and I are going to do something indescribable.

How mean they are!

But I never care what other people think. I'm an honest and upright person. I don't care what other people think of me.

“How are you? Can’t get off bed because Frances Louis treated you so rudely?”

Steven Song looks at me with a smirk, as playful as he used to be.

“You think too much.” I roll my eyes to him and say angrily, “Frances Louis and I quarreled, then my brother disappeared. I thought It was Frances Louis who took him away, so I waited at his door all night, and then I had a fever. It's nearly 40℃, which almost burned me to death.”

“What a pity! I thought there was a good scene between you two.”

The look of disappointment on Steven Song's face makes me want to punch him.

“You want me to come up, not just for asking about me and Frances Louis, right?” I ask.

“Of course not.” He shakes his head and says to me, “I've called you here because I need your help.”

He suddenly becomes mysterious. Not only he closes the door, but also draws the curtains.

He arouses my curiosity.

“What?”

“There is a corporate spy in our company. Keep an eye on who it is.”