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 of my

didn't ruin the

more painful than loving

I can only

only let yourself and those around you get hurt. Others are always unreliable,

there's no harm in being

brave enough,

My heart hurts again.

a deep breath, forcing myself not to think about it

can protect you.” Frances'

think

He will protect me?

me doomed says they he'll

most funny thing I

faintly smile and softly

let's not talk about it anymore. Give me a precise answer, how long

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

away when there's an earthquake without thinking of the kid... I really can't bear it

week. Give me one week, I'll

One week?

it

only nod with a

always do

it should

down to the kitchen to make

is already on

Who cooked it?

me that Betty

can't help twitching at the thought of Betty's

just cook some

walking