In My Desperate Time

Chapter 69 Honey

I should be happy that he isn’t here, but somehow, I couldn't smile. There is a faint loss in my mind, making me not know what to do.

“Okay, I also have to be on a business trip.” I answer and try to cover the loss in my heart.

Frances Louis goes out after taking a shower. It's already three o'clock after I wash myself. I eat something casually and wait for Steven Song to pick me up.

Although Steven Song knows that I live with Frances Louis, it still feels strange that he comes here to pick me up.

Steven Song arrives here on time at four o'clock. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“It's not like you to be so punctual.” I smile to Steven Song.

“No matter how lazy I am, I can never make a woman wait for me.” He curls his lips and says chicly.

As for this, Steven Song is quite a gentleman.

He looks at my empty hands and asks, “we're going for three days. Are you sure we're going empty- handed?”

“Three days? Why don’t you tell me earlier?!” I roll my eyes to Steven Song.

“If it were only for one day, the other women would surely take a lot of things. People who watch shows go to the runway.” Steven Song laughs.

“You also said I am different from the other women.”

I have to go upstairs to take more clothes pack some toiletries, and follow Steven Song to the airport.

When I am going through security, I see a figure in front of me that looks like Frances Louis. But in a twinkling of an eye, he is gone.

To my surprise, Steven Song and I are flying economy.

“You don’t know. Now there are some women who buy first class tickets just to get on our rich boys.” He twitches his mouth, put on an eye patch, and sleeps from takeoff to landing.

When the plane lands, Steven Song takes off his eye patch just in time. I wonder if he is asleep at all.

The flight is delayed for about an hour, so we head straight for the show.

As Song Group is one of the sponsors of the show, we sit on the VIP seat of the main stadium.

There are two empty seats next to us.

I wonder who will sit next to me.

“Don't move.” Steven Song suddenly speaks to me, then reaches over my head and takes a feather from my hair.

“President Louis, you're here. Please have a seat.”

Not far away comes a respectful greeting.

My back stiffens and I feel a pang.

I know only one President Louis, Frances Louis! And as it happens, he's also on a business trip.

I turn my head and see him. Frances Louis!

Beside him is a young but graceful woman. For such a woman, I can see at a glance to know her extraordinary identity.

She wears a white strapless gown that is sexy and pure. It is her hand on Frances Louis's arm that catches my eye the most.

She talks to Frances Louis with smile on her face. It seems that they are very close.

The two seats next to me are probably reserved for them.

Frances Louis also sees me, but he only glances at me briefly and takes the vision back.

Feeling a little uncomfortable, I look back at the stage, the show is about to start.

“Jane Noyes.” Steven Song looks that way and suddenly calls me.

“Yeah?”

He moves his lips and is about to speak when Frances Louis and his female friend come over. Steven Song gives me a meaningful look that makes me suddenly feel a little uneasy.

There is a seat between the woman and me, and Frances Louis is sitting next to me, no expression on his face.

He looks like he doesn’t know me at all.

All right. Anyway, I don’t want else to know that we know each other.

He sits next to me, his faint scent of tobacco flows into my nose, straining my breath.

“What do you think of this dress?” Steven Song asks me, pointing to the first model on the stage.

Then I get my mind back and look at the dress on the model and says, “Not bad, the entirety is good, but the hem is exaggerated, I don't like it very much.”

I've always liked simple things. But I am making comments on luxury bands and I dare not to speak loudly, so I press down my voice.

But that woman seems to hear me and looks my way. She looks as if she doesn’t agree with me, but because of her good manners, she doesn’t say anything.

“This show is going to last three days. Today is the main dress, tomorrow is the shoe and bag, the day after tomorrow is the accessory. These things are all designed by well-known designers, there is always something to learn. If you look more, it will help with your design ideas.”

I nod and keep watching.

Suddenly I feel Frances Louis's leg rubbing against my thigh, consciously or unconsciously, which makes my whole body uncomfortable.

But fortunately, the light is dim, everyone is watching the show carefully, and no one notices the situation here.

I give him a stern look, indicating that he should behave himself.

At this moment, the woman suddenly turns to lean against Frances Louis and asks, “honey, do you think that dress suits me?”