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

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

is more painful than loving

other way, I can

can always change, right? Being weak can only let yourself and those around you get hurt. Others are always unreliable, the only way to protect yourself is by

me thinks that there's no harm

I was brave

My heart hurts again.

breath, forcing myself not to think about

Frances' soft voice comes

think that it's

He will protect me?

me doomed says they

the most funny thing I

softly say, “I only trust

it anymore. Give

to let that kid stay by Whitney's side even

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

Give me one week, I'll let the lawyer

One week?

it so

nod with

do

says one week, then it should

I go down to the kitchen to

the breakfast is already on the

Who cooked it?

tell me that

can't help twitching at the thought

I'll just cook some

while walking