In My Desperate Time

When he mentions this, I realize that I almost forget about this matter.

Furthermore, I always feel that Frances was joking in the past. How can this be real?

“Mr. Louis, that was a joke, why take it for real?” I smile but feel bitter within me.

Frances always does things according to his own will and never asks if I am willing to. But doesn’t he think that it is a huge joke to marry me?

“I’m very serious.” The man says solemnly.

“Serious?” I scoff and look at Frances, “Then what are you doing now? Are you proposing or forcing me? You don’t even know the size of my finger. How serious can you be?”

I shake the ring on my finger and hang my hand downwards. The ring starts to slide down my finger and falls once again onto the ground. Except for this time, it rolls towards a nearby trashcan.

In my eyes, this ring is no different from the trash.

“You’ve lost weight.”

weight. I have always been slim and after losing 5 kg, I’m practically all

hate you to the bone. Even

what the hell do you want!” Frances raises his voice and he is unable

Does he have the right

of me if you have the guts to. Otherwise, don’t bother

Frances says in certainty, “Jane, you

I never consider trying

my mood. The next day my mood remains very poor. I apply for leave from work that day. I change my clothes and head to the

truly a small world. I go to a café for a cup of coffee and run into Whitney but she doesn’t see me. She is struggling with a child in a pram. The child is throwing a tantrum and Whitney is frowning tightly

cell phone rings, and she sits down

and even my heart is aching for the child. Perhaps it is because I lost a child and that is why I’m

Whitney ends the call and looks at the child in anger. She stretches out

flesh and blood?! I can’t become a mother