In My Desperate Time

Damn him to have a baby!
Who want to have a baby with him! He is so shameless that he can say it out without blushing.
Speaking of baby, there is a serious thing. These days, I made love with Frances Louis almost every day. He didn’t put on
condoms and I forgot to eat medicine.
Will I have a baby?
Please no! I pray in my heart.
The doctor gives two dry coughs. He says nothing and takes me into the operating room to sew up the wound.
The operating room is originally closed to outsiders, but Frances Louis follows in. The doctor answers a call and, presumably on
command, doesn’t ask Frances Louis out.
It is not surprising because this man is rich and powerful. I wonder why he comes in.
“No anesthetic.” Frances Louis says suddenly.
What? Has he lost his mind?
At that moment, I want to beat him to death. I have been painful deadly. If don’t use anesthetic, does he want me to die?
“You can come and feel it!” I am angry and my attitude changes.
“I can, can't you? There are so many things in this world that are so much harder than not getting anesthetic.” He smiles at me
tenderly, but makes me feel cold from head to foot.
I know he is talking about my brother. His words are the threat.
Whether he's mentally ill or not, I have to put up with it. Don’t use anesthetic. Okay, I am okay with it. In old times people never
use anesthetic and they can also bear the pain.
Now my eyes look like a heroic martyr. And I have carved the name of Frances Louis deeply into my heart.
Pain! So much pain!

Every nerve in my body feels the penetrating pain. I bite my lip so that I wouldn't make a sound.
If I cry out, Frances Louis would look down on me.
The doctor gives me eighteen stitches, and I count them all out.
“All right.”
I hear the doctor; my nerves relax and I almost pass out.
Because of Frances Louis, I stay in the hospital for another week.
When I am discharged from hospital, it has been the next month.
I go to work the day after I get home. Frances Louis leaves earlier than me. He should not know that I come to work today.
Normally, he also works later than me.
I even think that, if it is possible, maybe I could sneak into work without noticed by him.
Since I still need to recuperate, Steven Song doesn’t arrange so much work for me, and I am mostly idle the whole morning.
Around noon, I get a call from Noah Jefferson, who is waiting for me downstairs.
I texted him in the morning that I would deliver the clothes to him in the afternoon, but he insists on coming to pick it up.
Downstairs, Noah Jefferson takes the coat and casually says, “I'm hungry. Would you treat me to a meal?”
He has already asked. If I don’t treat him to a meal, that would make me look small.
To do the honors, I choose a fancy restaurant and prepare to treat him to the best of my ability.
Noah Jefferson doesn’t come to have lunch. He orders two dishes at random and closes the menu.
“You can order more.” I say.
“You know, the drinker's heart is not in the cup. I don’t come for lunch.”
Although I know it, hearing his frank and honest tone makes me feel powerless.

I excuse myself to the bathroom to have a breath.
Casually wash my hands and repair the makeup, I nervously go back. I just don't know how to face Noah Jefferson later.
After two steps, I walk past a private room and meet the person coming out.