In My Desperate Time

"Whitney, I'm sorry. I really feel sorry for hurting you. After that, I really regretted it. I shouldn't do that! I shouldn't hurt you! You love me so much and have always treated me so well, but I have hurt you so ruthlessly. You must be very sad, right? I really know that I was wrong. I don't love Jane at all. In my heart, from beginning to end, I only love you. I want to meet you tomorrow morning at the golf course in the western suburbs. I want you to give me another chance to make it up to you. I'll wait there until noon. You don't have to text me back. If you didn't come, then I would know your answer."

After sending it, I quickly delete the text message.

After waiting for a while, Whitney does not reply to my text message, so I'm relieved.

My intuition tells me she should be there tomorrow.

Inside, the sound of water stops. I hurriedly put the phone back where it was and pretend that nothing has happened.

Frances opens the bathroom door and walks out. Then, he returns to the bed and hugs me.

I just sent a text message with his mobile phone. I'm a little guilty.

I break free from his embrace and get out of bed.

"I'm going to take a shower first."

perhaps because I'm so worried about

open the bathroom door and walk out until I am a

I have a bath for so long, Frances should have fallen

I see

doesn't reply

my plan may fall

ask as if nothing

you

your Weibo to see if you've spoken ill of me behind my

he waves his

relieved to

but

have I spoken ill of Frances,

him to revenge. During that time, I had to face my so-called enemy every

Frances on Weibo almost

period of time and have forgotten