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.”

been slim and after losing 5 kg, I’m practically all skin

you really don’t have to do it because I hate you to the bone. Even in death,

do you want!” Frances raises his voice and he is unable to conceal his anger.

Does he have the right

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

Frances says in certainty, “Jane, you

back, I never consider trying

appearance messes up my mood. The next day my mood remains very poor. I apply for leave from work that

see me. She is struggling with a child in a pram. The

cell phone rings, and she sits down to receive the

increasingly loud and even my heart is aching for the child. Perhaps it is because

the child in anger. She stretches out her

baby who is her flesh and