In My Desperate Time

After hanging up the phone, I still feel ill at ease.
What does Noah Jefferson mean?
“Who was that on the phone?” Frances Louis looks at me and asks in deep voice.
“No one.” I turn my head away with a guilty conscience.
“Why do you blush?” Frances Louis gives me a sneer of disbelief.
All I could do is run upstairs on the excuse that I am tired and want to sleep.
“Stop.” Frances Louis says coldly behind me, successfully stopping my footsteps on the stairs.
I know I'm so wimpy! But I can't help it. I'm just afraid of Frances Louis. He treats me not bad, but he has an innate sense of
oppression.
My heart is beating, and I wonder whether to tell Frances Louis the truth or not.
But if I tell him, will he forbid me to go?
Slowly, I turn around and look at Frances Louis, don’t dare to say a word.
The man wipes his mouth gracefully and comes towards me.
The gradually closed distance makes my heart beat up violently.
Or I can just tell him. It's just a normal classmate’s reunion. I have nothing to fear.
“Wash the dishes, clean up the kitchen.”
He passes me and goes into the room.
I have been holding a dying heart. Hearing what he said, I am immediately relieved.
Fortunately, Frances Louis has some conscience and doesn’t come to see me tonight. But I don’t sleep well because of my
lumbago.
Early in the next morning, I have a big pimple on my forehead.

Usually I don’t have pimples. But why at the time of classmate’s reunion and I get a big pimple.
My face is bitter. I have two face masks, which makes that pimple look even bigger.
Desperate!
So desperate!
I put up a lot of concealer and foundation, but couldn't cover up the pimple.
I can only wait for the lights turning dim a little bit and people would not see the pimple on my face.
Frances Louis leaves in the morning, so I don’t have to report my schedule to him.
The party is at 6 pm at Golden Hotel. I arrive at the hotel at 5:30 and meet Noah Jefferson at the door.
After a few years, the fresh and handsome young boy, his edges become more and more clear. Every move of him shows the
charm of a mature man.
The feeling of heartbeat is very strong, I seem to go back to many years ago, back to the age of first love. He passed by mt at
the first-grade classroom and since then, this boy has lived in my heart for three years.
Even in college, he appeared in many of my tossing and turning dreams.
“Jane Noyes, you are here.” Noah Jefferson strides over and gives me a gentle smile.
I feel my heart skip a beat. Thinking of the pimple on my face, I quickly lower my head and follow him inside.
In the private room, most students are here. Many of them bring their families with them. Two even bring their children.
“Jane Noyes, where's your husband? Why you don’t bring him here?” Fountain asks me.
She is my high school desk mate and roommate, and we have always been in good relationship. After graduation, we still get
connected. She also came to my wedding when I got married.
She knows Andrew Malan, so I don’t want to hide. I answer directly, “I am divorced.”
Fountain is stunned, apparently, she doesn’t expect me to say this. She smiles awkwardly and apologizes, “sorry, I don’t mean
to, I don't know.”

“That’s all right. Divorce is good for me.”
Noah Jefferson sits next to me, which makes me shy away from eating freely.
Everyone is chatting, except me. Maybe the taste of first love is so uneasy. I liked him for three years, watching him change one
girlfriend after another, but never dare to tell him I like him.
I don’t dare to, not before, not now.
From the conversation, I know that Noah Jefferson works in the college as a lecturer. A man like him, who always speaks with an
air of elegance, is perfect to be a teacher.
I am allergic to alcohol, so no one advises me to drink. But all of them drink a lot. Noah Jefferson is sitting next to me, his face
has turned red. Drunk blurred eyes, calm quietly elegant smile. Well, it turns out that being drunk also can so good-looking.
I peek at Noah Jefferson without saying a word.
After the party, people suggest we sing at the club. There is a second-generation rich, he books a senior room at The Cloud
Heaven and takes us there.
Everyone is drunk and we have to take a taxi.
As it happened, it ends up leaving me and Noah Jefferson. I have no choice but to get into a taxi with him.
The car is so small that I could feel his breath.
I didn’t drink, but I feel like I am going to explode.
Noah Jefferson looks at me several times, as if he has something to say to me, but he doesn’t.
He sits next to me and I couldn't even breathe. As soon as we arrive outside The Cloud Heaven, I get off the taxi.
One of my hand is pulled by Noah Jefferson. I turn doubtfully and meet his dark eyes.
He stares at me and says seriously, “Jane, I like you.”
The air seems to be frozen at this moment.

I feel a little bit flustered and nervous. And it is not just because of Noah Jefferson's sudden confession.
I can feel that there is a pair of eyes, not far away, staring at me.
Turning around, I find Frances Louis standing at the door of The Cloud Heaven. The distance between him and me is no more
than five meters.
So he heard everything that Noah Jefferson said?