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.

want to get any troubles, nor do I

think I would

twitch my mouth and move to the right, to the very edge of the

just sneers and sits there

suddenly reminds me

done anything to Noah yet, it doesn’t mean he won’t harm Noah. He certainly won’t let Noah go

while, I say, “Thank you, Frances, for doing nothing

“Don’t celebrate too early. It’s

hasn’t come

What does it mean?

mouth for more

and in front of us is a western restaurant with good

French to the waiter, which I totally

waiter nods to Whitney’s words and leads

menu. I take a look and gives back

for it.

me, but I find he isn’t looking at me at

Is it my illusion?

orders me a foie gras and an authentic French steak

It tastes good!