In My Desperate Time

Chapter 242: It’s Exactly an Hour

I retract my hand and look at Frances embarrassedly. “Sorry for waking you up.”

I thought he was already asleep. And I didn’t expect that he would be woken up by a touch.

God, will he cut off my hand?

“Give me your hand.”

He says in a deep voice, and I am more scared.

Damn it. Why did I touch him? Now I am done!

I put my hands behind my back and say resolutely, “No!”

Frances’ narrowed eyes make me a little scared, so I can’t help shrinking to the side.

The man gets closer, so I can only shrink back a little more.

“Come here.” Frances says with a grim face. A glance at his face makes me feel hard to breathe.

I shrink back again, but I am already at the edge. I am now falling off the bed.

My child! No!

cover my belly and my

grab something fluffy. And Frances pulls me back to the

the hand off my belly with fear lingering in my

the words

at him and realize that what I just grabbed is his

definitely

approaches me and grabs

feel my heart beating violently and my palms

it seems different from

hand. Instead, he grabs my hand and gently put it on his waist. He whispers

he closes

dare to move. I

becomes stable. I check my phone from time to

is too tense. I am just lying on the bed,

hour passed. I lick my dry lips. Just as I am about to awaken Frances, he opens his

it been

at him in

“It’s exactly an hour.”

man’s body clock is so accurate. I can’t help but to suspect that he hasn’t slept at all and was just counting down minute by

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