In My Desperate Time

I look at him with a sense of guilt and apologize to him with my head lowered.

“Humph! You think your apology can help?” he says coldly.

“That’s all I can do whether you accept it or not. I can’t help you.” I retort back.

His chest is heaving, as if suppressing the anger inside.

After a while, he says with clenched teeth, “Take me to the hospital.”

“It is your arm that is broken, not your legs.”

“Jane!”

He gazes at me with a cold and sharp look. Then I have to help him walk outside.

As soon as we come to the door of the hotel, we run into Whitney who is walking in.

Seeing my hands on Frances’s arms, she immediately rushes over and pushes me away.

“Don’t touch him.”

She stares at me defensively with great disgust in her eyes.

Everyone in the hall is watching us. Though many of them don’t understand our language, anyone with a discerning eye could guess what happened.

For a moment, embarrassment permeates the air.

“I’m injured.” Frances furrows.

on Frances, asking worriedly, “How? Where did

arm. I fell and hurt

fall?” Whitney asks, looking

him kissing me just now comes to my mind, which makes me feel

go to the hospital

her. So I have to go back to my room alone,

hope Frances’s arm will be all right, or I’ll be

the bed,

has eluded me every

up and surf Weibo to kill time, then

I got two messages.

One is from Noah.

so much. I’ll see you

reply, “I’m in France for a competition. I’ll come back

other message

“Come to room 419.”

He is back?

so impure. It sounds

going to go for death.” I reject

have one minute.” He just sends back a

is. Finally, I choose to come to his room, putting away my pride and suppressing my anger. I don’t want him to

that she has known our affairs, I’m finding myself death to come to his

Frances is standing in the doorway, with

in. Whitney has gone back on

with his other hand