My head is pushed away fiercely.
Frances Louis's deep eyes are fixed on me, and his face is terribly gloomy.
The surrounding air freezes at once. Under the sharp eyes of Frances Louis, I feel like being cut by a
knife.
Then I realize that I have asked a wrong question.
“Sorry, I drink too much.”
A cold wind blows away some of my intoxication. I stand up and step back, trying to get away from
Frances Louis.
People say you can't touch a tiger's buttocks. I must have eaten the guts of an ambitious leopard to ask
Frances Louis such a question.
“Stop.”
Frances Louis commands in a low voice.
His eyes are so frightening that I have no other idea but to run. Instead of stopping, I take two more
steps back.
Suddenly I trip on something. My body swings back uncontrollably, and I start to sweat when I see the
scene behind me.
I don't know when I've retreated to the edge of the platform. This is the third floor, and if I fall, there's
half a chance I'll die, and half a chance I'll be crippled.
Neither is what I want.
I close my eyes and wait in despair to fall, but my hand is yanked and my body leans forward into warm
arms.
I open my eyes and meet Frances Louis’s sharp eyes.
“I told you to stop! Don’t you understand?” He questions me harshly.
Then I realize that he was asking me to stop because he was afraid that I would fall, not because he
wanted to punish me. He didn't speak clearly, and I almost fell off.
“I thought you would beat me.”
I say with grievance.
His brows twist. He says to me with a dark face, “am I so frightening?”
So frightening. Of course, I don’t say it out.
I clap my chest and say, “I'm scared to death. I want to go back to have a sleep.”
Then I flee away.
Once I get back in the room, the first thing I do is take out my phone and send a twitter message.
“Frances Louis you stupid idiot! You scare me to death!”
Mindy Sue gives me the first tags.
I look at the time. One o 'clock in the morning. From what I know of her, she stays up so late and must
be too excited after sex.
“What Frances Louis? What happened with you and Frances Louis?”
Mindy Sue sends me a message.
I know I can’t hide it anymore, so I have to cut it short and tell Mindy Sue.
“Jane Noyes, are you crazy? Why messed up with Frances Louis? You can come to me if you're in
trouble, and I'll ask David Gibbs to help you.”
“Mindy, David Gibbs is your boyfriend, not mine, and he has no obligation to help me. Besides, this is
the trouble caused by Frank Noyes, so it is better that I solve it by myself. Now things have already
been like this, there is no point in saying more.”
The dialog box shows that she is typing, but after a few minutes, there is only one sentence from Mindy
Sue.
“Jane Noyes, I will always be your strong support, if Frances Louis bullied you, I will not let him go.”
I answer her “Thank you.” But I want to laugh. There is no bullying between Frances Louis and me. He
is my patron, not my man. I don't have the right to reason with him
However, what Mindy Sue said warms my heart.
The phone vibrates twice. It is a Twitter message.
Someone leaves me a message.
His name is simple but powerful
Frances Louis.
Mindy Sue sends me a message.
| Know | can't hide it anymore, so | have to cut it short and tell Mindy Sue.
“Jane Noyes, are you crazy? Why messed up with Frances Louis? You can come to me if you're in
trouble, and I'll ask David Gibbs to help you.”
“Mindy, David Gibbs is your boyfriend, not mine, and he has no obligation to help me. Besides, this is
the trouble caused by Frank Noyes, so it is better that | solve it by myself. Now things have already
been like this, there is no point in saying more.”
The dialog box shows that she is typing, but after a few minutes, there is only one sentence from Mindy
Sue.
“Jane Noyes, | will always be your strong support, if Frances Louis bullied you, | will not let him go.”
| answer her “Thank you.” But | want to laugh. There is no bullying between Frances Louis and me. He
is my patron, not my man. | don't have the right to reason with him
However, what Mindy Sue said warms my heart.
The phone vibrates twice. It is a Twitter message.
Someone leaves me a message.
His name is simple but powerful
Frances Louis.
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