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.”

course, I lost weight. I have always been slim and after losing 5 kg, I’m practically all skin and bones. And this man in front of me is the cause of all my

you don’t have to act in front of me. Although I don’t know 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 you.”

Frances raises his voice and he is unable

Does he have

die. Die in front of me if you have the guts to. Otherwise, don’t bother

says in certainty, “Jane, you

I never consider

poor. I apply for leave from work that

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

phone rings, and she sits down to receive the

aching for the child. Perhaps it is because I lost a

looks at the child in anger. She stretches

heart hurts with 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.