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.

focuses on Frances, asking worriedly, “How? Where

I fell and hurt

asks, looking

comes to my

to the

drives him to the hospital, and doubtlessly, she wouldn’t let me go with her. So I have to go back to my room alone, with

Frances’s arm will be all right, or I’ll be the guilty one, although it’s

bed,

that sleep has eluded

get up and surf Weibo to kill time, then my phone

I got two messages.

One is from Noah.

you so much. I’ll

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

other message is from

“Come to room 419.”

He is back?

room number sounds so impure. It sounds

to go

He just sends

Finally, I choose to come to his room, putting away my pride and suppressing my anger. I

room. Now that she has known our affairs, I’m finding myself

amazement, Frances is standing in the doorway, with plaster

in. Whitney has gone back on

in with his other hand and