In My Desperate Time

After returning home, I close the door and send a message to Steven in secret.

“You keep on saying that you'll help me look into my parent's accident, but there's no result yet?”

Steven quickly replies my message.

“Let's meet and talk about it. You also have something to tell me too, right?”

After thinking, I did say that I'll tell him why I married Frances before. In the end, I haven't tell him about it until now.

I put my phone on the side after replying a yes to Steven.

There's a knock on the door. It's not from the entrance, but from the bathroom.

Obviously, it must be Frances.

It's just that I'm not used to him knocking the door!

I curl my lips and tell him to enter the room.

Frances opens the bathroom door and enters the room. He goes straight to the bedside and hugs me.

I'm so surprised, my body becomes stiff too.

As long as Frances gets closer to me, I just can't control my body and feelings.

“What are you doing, Frances?!”

I'm struggling to push him away.

regardless of how many times I

know you love children, but I am sorry I made you lose the child. Let's have a child to make up for

and see him staring at

feel ridiculed. Is it even possible to make up the sorrow of

that child means that he ruins me

thinking, Frances

my lips, lingering between

my body so

painful and my

touch makes

teeth and bite

I look at his lips and there's fresh blood

his

the amount of hatred

want to be afraid to speak

speaks

sneer and coldly say, “Frances, don't touch me! From your head to your toe,

for so many times! You're my wife now, what's wrong with giving birth to my child? Or are you saying that you just want to have other people's

glares at me with

the more he's angry,

say, “Frances, can

don't know why he has the nerve to keep mentioning

doesn't care about that child at all, why should I give birth to another

why are you so emotional every time we talk

looking at me. He looks very