In My Desperate Time

"I'm fine. Really, Jane, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just a little tired and want to sleep."

He smiles at me with exhaustion and gently strokes my hair.

Frances has always liked to touch my hair.

His doting and gentle action always makes me involuntarily tempted.

All the worries turn into smoke.

I nod, hold his hand, and watch him close his eyes.

However, I know it's not just that he's tired.

He is pretending to be asleep to make me less worried.

He has always been like this. He only cares about me, but he never wants me to know how uncomfortable he is.

Frances gives me all the love; let my life from now on perfect.

Naturally, I will repay him with better love.

staying in the VIP ward. The bed is very big so that

way, he

to endure it,

hug him a little

long time, his body

hear his steady breathing that I finally feel relaxed and I hug him and

up,

his head and stares at me with a

and anxiously

to have

kisses me hard on

me and says seriously, "But Jane, nothing could be compared to drug addiction. I don't know how long it will take me to get rid of this drug addiction, but please believe me. For you, for the sake of the children, I will definitely quit it. From now on, if I become addicted again, tie

lock you up

this with you. I'm telling you my decision. Either you send me to rehab or do

doesn't give me a chance to

I send him to rehab or tie him up and lock

in comparison, I would

very least, in this way, he