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.

entirely focuses on Frances, asking worriedly,

I fell and hurt myself accidentally.” he

asks, looking at me confusedly.

comes to my mind, which makes me

go to

wouldn’t let me go with her. So I have to go back to my room alone, with a sense

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

the bed, I

that sleep has eluded me every

to kill time, then my

I got two messages.

One is from Noah.

miss you so much. I’ll see you

a competition. I’ll come back

message is from

“Come to room 419.”

He is back?

impure. It sounds just like his room, a lecher’s

to go for death.” I

minute.” He just sends

is. Finally, I choose to come to his room, putting away my pride

that she has

standing in the doorway, with plaster cast on his right

in. Whitney has gone back on

with his other hand and shut the