In My Desperate Time

I gasp and look over at Frances.

But I quickly turn my gaze in case it would arouse Whitney’s suspicion.

The car has a divider between the front and back seats, and Whitney can only see the top half of our bodies from the rear-view mirror, not knowing what is happening below.

Maybe this is why Frances dare to have his unbridled hands on me.

There is no sign on his face that tells he has a headache! I even have to doubt that he uses it as an excuse to sit next to me.

“Are you mad? Your wife is sitting in front of us!”

I lower my head and whisper to him.

He snorts slightly, disapprovingly, “So what, my mistress is sitting beside me. How can I restrict myself from doing noting with such a beauty right next to my hand? You know I’m not that kind of gentlemen.”

As he is saying, his hands are eagerly touching around my waist. Although I wear thick clothes, the titillating movement of his hands really makes me hot.

“Frances, I’ll be dead if Whitney knows our affair.”

I whisper with a begging voice.

I don’t want to get any troubles, nor do I want

I would be

But I’m afraid of her.” I twitch my mouth and move to the right,

he is, Frances just sneers and sits there

suddenly reminds

he hasn’t done anything to Noah yet, it doesn’t mean he won’t harm Noah. He certainly won’t let Noah go easily. I must know something from him to

Frances directly may irritate him. Thinking for a while, I say,

just sneers, “Don’t celebrate too early. It’s just the

hasn’t come

What does it mean?

about to open my mouth for more

is a western restaurant with good layout. When I step

I totally can’t understand because I can’t

to Whitney’s words and leads us upstairs to the

menu. I take a

for it. I

stern look from Frances coming towards me, but I find he isn’t looking at me at all

Is it my illusion?

Donny orders me a foie gras and an

It tastes good!