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.

me and entirely focuses on Frances, asking

arm. I fell and hurt

asks, looking at me

the scene of him kissing me just now comes to my mind, which makes me feel nervous.

to

hospital, and doubtlessly, she wouldn’t let me go with her.

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

bed,

has

surf Weibo to kill time, then my

I got two messages.

One is from Noah.

you so much. I’ll

reply, “I’m in France for a

message is

“Come to room 419.”

He is back?

so impure. It sounds just like his room,

not going to go for death.”

just sends back a short

less his words are, the worse his temper is. Finally, I choose to come to his

with him in his room. Now that she has known our affairs, I’m finding myself death

is standing in the doorway,

in. Whitney has gone back on

in with his other hand and shut the