In My Desperate Time

Then her mother quickly gets up from the ground and flees.
Jane apologizes to me and leaves in a hurry.
I watch as she gets away and smile.
By now, the lawyer's letter should have been arrived at her home.
I really hope that they will divorce soon so that I can have her by my side.
After all, she shall come to me soon after receiving the lawyer's letter.
As expected, she comes the next day.
Betty does not know Jane, so she doesn't let Jane in immediately.
I finally manage to get Jane to come to me. Of course I won't let her go.
"Bring her in."
I look at myself in the mirror. My clothes are neat and I look fine.
I guess I'm ready to see her now.
'Since when do I become so nervous just to leave a good impression for her?'
Only when I take a sip of the red wine do I calm myself down a little.
I deliberately turn around, trying to hide my nervousness from her, so that I can feel at ease.
"Mr. Louis."
Here comes her pleasant voice behind me, causing my heart to skip a beat.
"Yes."
I reply.
But I'm so nervous that my voice is trembling.

She hasn't recognized it, has she?
I hope so.
I turn around and force a smile at her.
She walks up to me and whispers, "Mr. Louis, I'm here to settle the matter about my ex-husband scratching your car. I've
divorced him, so I have to bear a portion of the debt. I'm here to talk to you about it. I don't know if you still remember me."
Of course I do. I never forget her.
How can I forget such a woman who I have remembered for ten years?
I nod and chuckle, "I'm impressed."
I'm happy that they've really been divorced.
Finally, she no longer has to be with the man who doesn't deserve her.
Somehow, Jane, who is sitting opposite me, suddenly blushes and whispers to me, "I wonder whether I can pay you back by
installments because I really don't have that much money now. But I promise I will definitely pay it off."
Actually, all I want is her.
Looking at her, I involuntarily approach her and whisper, "How much do you make a month?"
She gets surprised and honestly replies, "5,000. But since I have changed jobs, I guess it can reach 10,000 or more."
I look at her beautiful red lips and suddenly have an urge to kiss her.
It was so beautiful that I can't forget.
I touch her soft hair and whisper, "You still owe me more than 900,000. Let's say 900,000. Except your expenses, even if you
earn 10,000 a month, it will still take seven and a half years for you to pay it off. You know, you're a woman. You don't have to
work this hard. Why don't you be my mistress and we'll write it off?"
Actually, what I wanted to say was "be my lover".

However, I was afraid to frighten her, so I changed the word temporarily.
But she gets frightened after all.
She looks at me helplessly, her mouth slightly open.
I can't help but lower my head to kiss her in the end.
So sweet.
I'm drowning in it.
Until she suddenly pushes me away and says to me sternly, "Mr. Louis, I am such a person!"