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.

the

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

more painful than loving

there's no other way, I can only

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

thinks that there's no harm in being

I was brave enough, perhaps my

My heart hurts again.

forcing myself not to think about it

Frances' soft voice comes from the top

just think

He will protect me?

makes me doomed says they he'll

the most funny thing I have ever

faintly smile and softly

anymore. Give me a

kid stay by Whitney's

an earthquake without thinking

one week, I'll let the lawyer

One week?

it

nod with

do everything efficiently.

it should already be the shortest

answer, I go down to the kitchen to make

breakfast is already

Who cooked it?

me that Betty is

stomach can't help twitching at the thought of

it, I'll just cook

while walking to