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.”

the way Frances looks at me shows his heartache for me. Of 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

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.” I look at the man

his voice and he is unable to conceal his anger.

Does he have

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

Frances says in

Since I’m back, I

leave from work that day. I change my clothes and head to the city center for

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

rings, and she

for the child. Perhaps it is because

and looks at the child

baby who is her flesh and blood?!