In My Desperate Time

I don't know why, but I look at Whitney and suddenly start to worry about her.

Even though I know that I shouldn't have such worries.

I should hate her, shouldn't I?

To me, being soft-hearted is definitely not a good thing.

"What do you plan to do with her?" I ask.

"Actually, you already know, don't you?"

He's right, I do know. Once, I was almost raped. I understand the malicious gazes of those men.

Such a thing to a woman is undoubtedly fatal.

I wanted to stop Frances from doing this, but thinking of the child who dies tragically at the hands of Whitney, I nod.

"Yes."

take

"Frances, please don't. Don't do this to me. I can't be ruined by these people. I'll die for this. Can you let me go? Please, I don't want to be ruined by them. I only love you. For the sake of that we used to be husband and wife, please let me go. I promise that I will never do anything

are filled

her last

the last ray of starlight

you is a one-off solution. It's easier for you. Rather than doing this, I might as well do something that will make you painful

and his

is the first time that I've truly realized how terrifying he is

man who panics others makes me

with fear. She shakes her head, hoping that Frances would change his

heart is as cold as

become like this. I hate you. I hate you! I won't let you go, even if

been covered with goose bumps because of

but take two steps back, but Frances tightly

fine. In