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.”

kg, I’m practically all skin

what your motives are, you really don’t have to do it because I hate you to the bone. Even in death, I will never get married to

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

angry? Does he have the right to

Die in front of me if you have the guts to. Otherwise, don’t bother me again!” After saying coldly to Frances,

in certainty, “Jane,

back, I never consider

mood. The next day my mood remains very poor. I apply for leave from work

she doesn’t see me. She is struggling with a child in a pram. The child is throwing a tantrum

rings, and

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

at the child in anger. She stretches out her hand and slaps the child

each of her slap. How can she treat her child that way? How can she bear to slap a baby who is her flesh and blood?! I can’t become a mother even if I want to and Whitney does not even cherish her child. My heart aches tremendously when I