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.

troubles, nor do I want to hurt Whitney, and I

would be afraid of

I’m afraid of her.” I twitch my mouth and move

sneers and sits there without saying

face suddenly

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 assure my

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

celebrate too early. It’s just the time hasn’t

hasn’t

What does it mean?

am just about to open my mouth for more information when Whitney says,

with good layout. When I step inside, the soft lighting and comfortable

I totally can’t understand because I

waiter nods to Whitney’s words and leads

menu. I take a look and gives back to

it.

coming towards me, but I find he isn’t looking at me at all when I

Is it my illusion?

serviced soon. Donny orders me a

It tastes good!