In My Desperate Time

“Why do you want that child so much?”

Frances asks me.

When he is talking about that child, his gaze subconsciously reveals a slight disgust.

I can understand that.

Any man won't be able to bear things like being a cuckold, right?

Moreover, he's the famous Frances from Virginia!

But I don't care whether he's happy or not.

Now, my only concern is my happiness.

I don't want to pay attention to his feelings.

I indifferently say, “Maybe because I hate Whitney, I want to let her feel how it's like to be separated from her own child.”

But at heart, it's more like that child affects me for no reason.

I really can't stand how Whitney treat that child.

But if I say that reason out loud, Frances might think that I'm too nosy.

Frances' gaze becomes gloomier as it lands on me.

“Jane, you have changed.”

He sounds a bit regretful.

How?

He thinks that the originally stupid and pure me is gone, so he feels regretful.

he the

like this if he didn't ruin the kid,

more

no other way, I can only keep

you get hurt. Others are always unreliable, the only way to

present me thinks that there's no harm in being

brave enough, perhaps

My heart hurts again.

take a deep breath, forcing myself

protect you.” Frances' soft

think

He will protect me?

doomed says

thing I have ever heard in

softly say, “I only trust

right, let's not talk about it anymore. Give

stay by Whitney's side even

and when she just ran away when there's an earthquake without thinking of the kid... I really can't bear

week. Give me one week, I'll let the lawyer

One week?

it

only nod with

always do everything

week, then it should already be

down to the kitchen

the breakfast is already on

Who cooked it?

me that

at the

just cook some

pout while walking