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 cause

he didn't ruin the kid, my only emotional

more painful than

I can only keep

yourself and those around you get hurt. Others are always unreliable, the only way to protect yourself is

that there's no harm

was brave

My heart hurts again.

forcing myself not

have me now. I can protect you.” Frances' soft voice

just think that

He will protect me?

that makes me doomed says they

thing I have ever

faintly smile and softly say, “I

Give me a

really don't want to let that kid stay by Whitney's side even

when there's an earthquake without thinking of the

me one week, I'll let the

One week?

is it so

only nod with a

always do

he says one week, then it

the answer, I go down to the kitchen to

is already

Who cooked it?

tell me that

help twitching at the thought of Betty's

I'll just

pout while walking