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.

isn't he the cause

this if he didn't ruin the kid, my only emotional

more painful than loving

there's no other way, I can

always change, right? Being weak can only let yourself and those around you get hurt. Others are always unreliable,

there's no harm in

I was brave enough, perhaps my

My heart hurts again.

a deep breath, forcing myself not to

you.” Frances'

just think that it's

He will protect me?

that makes me doomed

the most funny thing I have ever

and softly say, “I only trust

not talk about it anymore. Give me a precise answer, how long will

to let that kid stay by

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

me one week, I'll let

One week?

it

can only nod with a

always do everything efficiently.

says one week, then it should already be the

answer, I go down to the kitchen

is already on

Who cooked it?

tell me that Betty

help twitching at the thought of Betty's cooked

I'll just cook some

pout while walking