Desperate for you

can you make it up with John ?

Chapter 7:

I never expected Eric would bring up a request like this.

I am stunned and don't know what to say.

Until his cold lips against mine. Suddenly, I get conscious and push him away.

“Mr. Louis, I am not that kind of woman!

I step back and keep a distance between us.

This man has a smell of danger. Maybe I shouldn't come at first

“Not that kind of woman?” Eric raised his mouth slightly. His words are sarcastic,

“That's not what you said that night.”

Immediately, it feels like someone is slapping on my face.

That night, in order to persuade Eric to save me, I really said all kinds of things. But people shouldn't take someone's words which are said in an emergency situation!

I can tell from the look of Eric Ferguson, no matter what I say, that would be superfluous.

“I will repay your debt as soon as I can. Please give me some time.”

I say and stride out. I close the door quickly.

His ambiguous words are still ringing in my ears. My ears are burning.

When I go down stairs, the maid looks at me significantly and walks me to the gate. She says repeatedly that when I come next time, she will treat me to delicious food.

Today is Sunday. I have a hotpot outside alone and go home.

There are two people sitting at the door. They make me as panicked as the red paint on the door.

I come up and say, “Dad, Mom.”

I am extremely upset.

I know clearly that it would never be something good for my parents to come to me.

My mother sees me and pulls my father up from the ground. They walk towards me.

My mother raises her head. I see her red eyes. She must have cried.

What happened? My heart clenches. I can never don't care about them no matter how cold I am

"Nicole, you finally come back. We don't have another place to go. We can only come to you." My mother wipes her eyes and says.

I didn't tell them I lived here. It must be because of John that they can find me here.

"What happened?"

I frown and open the door. My parents come in along with me.

"It's you! You insist on divorcing John Alvares!"

My mother doesn't say what happened. She scolds me at first. Until now, she still thinks it is my fault. I am her daughter, but I'm not as good as an outsider in her heart. How sad it is!

My face is sullen and say coldly. "Since you like John Alvares, you can ask him for help, then why come to me?"

I am not heartless, but what they did is really hurtful. They only care about their own interests, and the future of my brother. They never care about my feelings. That's why they don't allow me to divorce John even if they know exactly what he did to me.

And now, they are still blaming me.

My mother is panicked to see my attitude and says softly holding my hands, "Nicole, mom is not blaming you. I am blaming John to be so cruel. Now he asks his aunt to take back the house. We have nowhere to go, so we can only come to you."

Before I got married, my parents lived in my hometown. They see me settle down in the city and move along with me. They rent a house of John Alvares's aunt. Now I divorced John Alvares, so the house is taken back. It must be John did.

My parents are homeless and I couldn't just ignore it.

I sigh and say, "Where is your luggage?"

"She demands we move out before tomorrow morning, we will take our luggage here right now."

My mother says and drags my father out.

My lips move, then they leave before I say something. If they are moving in, it means troubles are moving in together.

My parents fetch their luggage quickly and move into my house.

I rent a one-room flat. They sleep in my room and I have to sleep on the crouch.

Their things drop on the floor. All those specialties taken from my hometown are placed everywhere. I sweep and collect from 1:00 pm till 11:00 pm.

Their snores have already flown out from the bedroom.

I wash my face and sleep on the couch exhaustedly.

My mother gets up at 5:00 in the morning. She makes noise in the kitchen and I can’t sleep. Usually I get up at 8 o’clock and now my biological clock is completely disturbed.

“Mom. Why are you getting up so early?”

“I leavened dough last night, now I am making you a bun” She says.

I smile and say nothing. I never eat bun. But my father loves it.

The reason why my mother gets up so early and works hard is to play up to my father.

I can’t sleep, so I have to get up.

My mother steamed a bun and left the kitchen. She held my hands to sit on the couch.

“Nicole, mom wants to tell you something.” I frown. I know she definitely wants to say something that would give me a headache.

I don’t say a word and just look at her.

She continues this topic even though I don't respond.

“Nicole, can you make it up with John ? What would you do as a divorced woman? What about your brother’s work? We counted on John Alvares’s relationship to get your brother into his company before. Now it seems impossible.”

“Mom, please don’t mention John’s name in front of me .” I interrupt her impatiently

"Then what can you do? How could a woman live in this city without the support of a man?" She looks at me with a little annoyance. Maybe she thinks that a woman's price depends on men.

I couldn't hear her anymore. I stand up and go to the bathroom. When I come out, my mother is on the phone.

"Are you seeing anybody now? Do you mind the divorced woman?"

Who is she talking to!

I walk to her and grab the phone over. My mother is calling a male colleague from my

last job. Fortunately, I resigned, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.

I hung up the phone and checked the call records. I am going to break down. By the time I am in the bathroom, my mother has already called five people. All male colleagues!

What a shame!

"Mom, how cheap am I? Should a divorced woman be worthless? Who told you this!" I am too angry to control myself.

"Nonsense! In these years, all men mind if this woman is a second used or if she is a virgin!" My mother claims.

Having a mother like her, I have nothing to say. I grab my purse and go to work.

It would be impossible to live with them any longer. Either they could go back to the countryside, or I would rent another house for them. But now I only have one thousand dollars and am burdened with a huge debt. I myself have already been deeply troubled. I really don't have the ability to care about them.

I know they have savings. But that is saved for my brother, it has nothing to do with me. Born in this prefer-boy- to-girl family, I don't have any hope for them at all.

I go downstairs and want to have breakfast. I checked my purse and it was only ten bucks. I put my purse on the couch and the money disappeared. It must be my mother!

That's my last money.

I called my mother and asked her where my money . She tells me that she has already transferred it to my brother.

How pitiful I am to have such parents!