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

this if he didn't ruin the kid, my

someone is more painful than loving

no other way, I can only keep

you get hurt. Others are always

present me thinks that there's no harm in being

was brave enough, perhaps my

My heart hurts again.

forcing myself not

you.” Frances' soft voice comes from the top of my

think that it's

He will protect me?

man that makes me doomed says they

might be the most funny thing I have ever heard in

and softly say, “I only

it anymore. Give

want to let that kid stay by Whitney's side even for a second

an earthquake without thinking of the kid... I really can't bear it

one week,

One week?

is it so

only nod

do

then it should already be the

I go down to the kitchen to make

breakfast is already

Who cooked it?

tell me that

at the

I'll just

pout while walking to the