In My Desperate Time

Chapter 32 Get if off my chest

I go downstairs with my stuff, and Steven Song is waiting for me downstairs in his car. I don’t want him to come, but he insists on seeing me off because he says it isn't safe for a girl to go out in the middle of the night. So, I don’t refuse him.

And now, I look like a mess and he sees everything.

Steven Song, in no hurry to drive, speaks in a low voice.

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It is rare to see Steven Song being so serious. My heart softens because of him.

Perhaps, after all these days, I think Steven Song is a person I can trust.

Or, the feelings that I have been repressed for so long need to vent.

I take a deep breath and speak out all the grievances I have suffered at home over the years.

Surely, I don’t say anything about Andrew Malan.

I don’t mean to hide it, but I think it is weird to tell a man about my love life.

Steven Song has been silent, quietly listening to me, and gives me a gentle emotion from time to time.

I have to say, Steven Song's EQ is really high. From beginning to end, he never shows any pity for me. Maybe he knows that would make me even more embarrassed.

“Do you feel any better after you speak it out?” He doesn’t say much about what happened to me, but just asks me this question.

His care is like a simple greeting between friends.

Light but comfortable.

“Come, let’s have some fun in the bar.”

Somehow, I feel easy in my heart. All I want is to get drunk with abandon.

“Aren't you allergic to alcohol? Is it not true?” Steven Song asks me, feeling confused.

I shake my head, taking out a bottle of water, open the bag and get the medicine Frances Louis bought for me.

The medicine flow down into my stomach with the water. I smile to Steven Song, “I take the anti-allergy medicine, now I can indulge myself once.”

“You are pretty. You are the boss.”

Steven Song shows an evil smile. He steps on the gas and drives me straight to NewFun.

As soon as I arrive at the door, I couldn't help thinking of the last time I saw Frances Louis.

God bless me! I shall not run into Frances Louis again in such a place for the rich.

I follow Steven Song to go inside. I don't know how many gazes I receive on the way going in.

Of course, it's not because I look good, which I know clearly. Although I look good, comparing with all these women wearing delicate makeup and sexy dress in the bar, I am so unattractive.

“Why are they staring at me?” I ask nervously, tugging at Steven Song's shirt.

“Perhaps it is because of your catlike face.”

Steven Song stares at me for a moment, trying not to laugh.

I am stunned. So, I rush to the bathroom, looking at my unrecognizable face washed by tears in the mirror, and really want to cry.

It is Andrew Malan who I must blame. After I got married, I was not allowed to buy expensive cosmetics. All my cosmetics are non-water-proof. Now I make a fool of myself.

I try desperately to wash my face with water, but there is no makeup remover. There is a bit strange after washing up.

“Never mind. It looks better than before.”

I comfort myself, wiping the water from my face, and turn to go outside.