In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 30

Suddenly I want to laugh seeing Steven Song standing at the door with an angry face.

Although Steven Song looks careless, he is actually as fierce as a chaste girl. I don't know what sparks he and Frances Louis will strike.

Seeing two handsome boys, the nurse is unable to move legs. But noticing the complicated situation, she retreats tactfully.

Leaving Steven Song and Frances Louis there, gazing at each other in speechless dismay.

“President Louis, would you repeat what you said just now?”

Steven Song comes over and gives me a bowl of hot porridge.

I takes it, and the scent of Egg & Pork porridge gets into my nose.

I am starving. I lift the lid and began to eat. It tastes good together with some pickles.

As for Frances Louis and Steven Song, I don’t care.

“President Song. Just use you as a first aid. I know you could understand me.”

Frances Louis smiles lightly. He puts my medical records aside and stands up.

It seems that he is leaving.

Get out! Quickly!

I muse in my mind.

Considering the partnership between the two companies, Steven Song doesn’t say anything, but shrugs his shoulders at Frances Louis and lies down on the couch.

I used to think that collapse is amazing, but now I find that it's because I haven’t seen Steven Song’s collapse before.

Frances Louis comes straight to my bed, as if Steven Song doesn’t exist, and says, “I am not a casual man.”

I don’t why did he say this to me. I just feel ridiculous.

What kind of man he is has nothing to do with me? Why does he tell me this?

Then he quickens his steps to run to the car.

Well, I think too much.

The next few days, the temperature is getting lower and lower, I really have no other ways. So I get back home at two o 'clock in the morning to get clothes.

I open the door with the key. My mom and dad are sleeping on the sofa. I tiptoe inside, afraid that a noise might wake them up.

I feel helpless to go my own home and act likes a thief.

To my surprise, there is a woman in the room, lying on the bed with Frank Noyes.

They really take here as their own house. The house is rent by me and now they live here happily!

I don't want to care too much, just want to take my things and leave. Anyway, I only pay the rent for half a year, and when it's due, they'll figure it out for themselves. I shall never pay the rent for them.

By the faint light outside the window, I collect my clothes carefully. I have a silk nightgown that I like very much, but now I couldn't find it.