In My Desperate Time

“Frances, what are you doing, let go of me!”

I yank my hand out with all my might but in vain, even though my hands chafe.

I don’t know what he wants to do. As time passes, his silence makes me feel scared.

I am seeking revenge on him but I find I’m totally not ready for it when he abruptly appears in front of me. I’m stuck and lost at this moment.

He takes me out of the bar and from a far distance away, I see that familiar Maybach.

I’m so terrified that I lean over and bite hard on his arm.

It is literally a hard bite.

However, Frances doesn’t stop his steps and instead he walks even faster.

I loosen my mouth and look at the dental print on his shirt, a faint trace of blood seeping out.

It looks hurt very much, but he has no response at all. Does he lose his feelings?

the car, he pushes me into the back seat, and then he follows me in, with the

locked.

car but I feel depressed with him

useless to be panic now

and ask coldly. “What do

you

the dim light in the car. There seems to be

say nastily, “Why do you ask me?

sent his men to Prague to kill my child, and now he asks me where I have been without any shame? Does he really think I’m

you mean?” he asks me

you’re finished. We definitely will meet again sometime, but of course, I won’t make

again I find that there is irresistible love

thinking over and over again about the untimely death of my

already made it hard for

He says quietly.

is my illusion, but there