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.

do I want to hurt Whitney, and I can’t afford to

would be

afraid of her.” I twitch my mouth and move to the right, to the very

where he is, Frances just sneers and

face suddenly reminds

now 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

irritate him. Thinking for a while, I say, “Thank you, Frances, for doing nothing to

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

time hasn’t come

What does it mean?

open my mouth for more information when

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

I totally can’t understand because I

and leads us upstairs to

menu. I take a look and gives back

for it.

I feel a stern look from Frances coming towards me, but I

Is it my illusion?

is serviced soon. Donny orders me a foie gras and an

It tastes good!