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.

get any troubles, nor do I want to hurt Whitney,

would be

I twitch my mouth and move to the right, to the very

he is, Frances just sneers and sits there

face suddenly

for now he hasn’t done anything to Noah yet, it doesn’t mean he won’t harm Noah. He

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

early. It’s just the

time hasn’t come

What does it mean?

just about to open my mouth for more information when

in front of us is a western restaurant with good layout. When I step inside, the soft lighting and

which I totally can’t understand because I

and leads

menu. I take a look and gives back

it.

Frances coming towards me, but I

Is it my illusion?

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

It tastes good!