In My Desperate Time

“Frances.”

I call out gently, cannot help myself looking at him in pity.

There is always a saying that men only weep when deeply grieved.

I have never seen Frances being so vulnerable. He is crying now.

“Jane, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.”

He sobs as he mutters.

My heart aches to hear the hoarse voice.

It was not his fault in the first place, and I don’t blame him anymore on the matter.

Instead, I blame myself for choosing not to trust him.

“I don’t blame you anymore. It was Whitney’s fault, not yours.”

I gently speak as I run my hand through his hair.

His appearance is distressing.

“No, it’s my fault. I was so careless that I did not even know you were pregnant. Maybe all of these might not have happened if you hadn’t left me.”

His words are full of guilt.

However, there are not many things you could regret in life. I was the one who decided to leave him at that point.

It was also my decision not to tell him about the child.

me trying to have things

long because of my child. I don’t want Frances to suffer the

Let’s say

to him softly and grab his

looks up after a long period

It is not part

approaches me, hugging me

by the tight hug, but my heart

love Frances. I am

cleared, I don’t want to leave his side again. I don’t mind whether he loves me

hugging me for some time. His icy

is so tender and gentle that it melts my

hug him tightly and

respond to his kiss for

for some time and then deepens

off, his dense and soft kisses land on

can feel my body burn in enthusiasm,

turns out that putting the heart and soul will make

by his gentle

me with his body, and the heat dick presses on my body, and my whole

Don’t continue if you

him,

soon know that I

body is tense, his huge dick throbs from the outside for a while, surprisingly not being able to get in at

throbbing from the outside brings

can’t

in a deep hoarse