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!

one hand to cover my belly and my other

grab something fluffy. And Frances pulls

out a sigh of relief and put the hand off

Frances squeezes out the words from between

at him and realize that what I

he will definitely cut off my

approaches me and

my heart beating violently and my palms

it seems different

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

that, he

I don’t dare to move. I just stare at him

doesn’t open his eyes again and his breathing becomes stable. I check my phone from time to time, being afraid that I will miss the time to

is too tense. I am just lying on the bed, but the sweat already soaks

as I am about to awaken Frances,

been an

him

“It’s exactly an hour.”

I can’t help but to suspect that he hasn’t slept at all and was

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