In My Desperate Time

I am surprised that she directly refuses me.

I look at her coldly and step forward to her.

"What are you doing? I'm injured. You can't touch me!" She tries to threaten me, but what she says is no deterrent.

"You're my mistress. What do you think I'm going to do? I'm going to sleep with you!"

As I spoke, I throw her onto the bed.

I don't know why I said such a thing.

But I am excited and I can't control myself.

I directly lie on the top of her and touch her shoulder.

"Let go of me. I am your mistress, but I am not your slave!"

She says and pushes me away. And then she covers her wound and flinches.

Her expression is a little painful. Is she feeling bad?

Thinking of that she cared about Noah so much, I can't hold back my anger, so I ignore her injuries.

The most important thing for me now is to throw away that annoying coat.

"Are you scared now? I told you to take off the coat. I am annoyed at other man's coat. If you like men's coats, I can buy you a hundred coats."

She looks down and takes off the coat. She mutters, "It's just a coat. What's the big deal with it?"

When I see her take off the coat so obediently, I feel a little relieved, but I notice the blood on her clothes.

I stare at her waist and frown.

I purse my lips and point at her waist, "Why are you bleeding?"

"It's all because of you!" She rolls her eyes at me and gives me a look of reproach.

I take a look at the bed. There is a box of face powder at where she lies. Presumably her wound was pressing against the box.

I guess I hurt her when I threw her on the bed.

Instantly, I feel extremely guilty and somewhat puzzled by her stubbornness.

She is clearly injured. Why doesn't she tell me?

It wrenches me and I stop blaming her for her relationship with Noah. I directly say to her.

"Go to the hospital." I carry her out of bed and go out without changing shoes.

"I can walk on my own...." she whispers in my arms.

"Shut up." Before she can finish speaking, I interrupt her coldly.

How can she walk on her own since she is injured? Does she want to bleed to death? I feel so guilty. Can't she stop torturing me?

Fortunately, she finally shuts her mouth.

After an examination in the hospital, the doctor says seriously with a stern face, "I told you not to do strenuous exercise. How did this happen?"

Strenuous exercise?

Why do I feel like the doctor is looking at with a strange look?

"He knows how this happened." Jane points at me angrily and says with blushes.

The doctor is a little embarrassed and he doesn't continue to ask. He warns me, "I know that you young people are more impulsive and energetic, but sometimes you should restrain yourself. You shouldn't be so eager. You have ample time after she recovers.

For some reason, the doctor's misunderstanding delights me.

Especially when I see Jane's blushing face, I don't want to explain it to the doctor.

"We are eager to have a child." I stop explaining when I see Jane's embarrassed expression.

The doctor clears his throat and doesn't say anything more. He takes Jane into the operating room to stitch her up.

The operating room is not open to outsiders, but I am really worried about her, so I call the dean.

Soon, the doctor lets me in.

Jane seems to be a little surprised to see me.

The anesthesiologist is at the side, preparing the anesthetic.

of that I have sex

lucky, she should have a baby in her

anesthetics will harm the child, so it is better not to use them for the time

she has to

much thought, I

"No anesthesia."

rage when

pain?" She

know that she

of child who might

she knows my intention, she

much more painful than not taking anesthetics." I smile gently at her. I

at me as if she is going to

very moved

the next second,

stitches her up, she looks extremely painful. She bites her lips tightly and tries

clearly that she has eighteen

seems to pierce my heart, and I feel

"Done," the doctor says.

the doctor's words. But

my fault, she stays

have been worried about her in the hospital, so I delay a lot

bring her home, I

I have lunch with Steven because of the

appears at the door of the private

Suddenly, my face darkens.

just been discharged from the hospital. She secretly comes out behind my back! I will

is a problem. You designed it. Come in

in. When she

and pretend not to recognize

Song Group has a large luxury brand that only produces couture. What

seen this belt. It's really

that Jane

like she's quite

assistant, Jane." Steven introduces Jane to

moment, there are only two empty seats left. Steven pauses for a moment and sits down beside me, while

feel

would

her

is a famous nouveau riche in Virginia, and he knows nothing about

eyes, Jane's design is worth

at Steven and

are close to body, they need to make us feel comfortable. Therefore, we make this belt texture soft and tough with best leather through superb workmanship. In this way, while maintaining its shape, it can maximally fit the arc of the human body, thereby improve the comfort of the human body. As for the belt buckle, it is a raised crown. Each corner of

look at her seriously. I don't want to miss every word

is very comfortable. I feel that it is a bit tight, but I don't know how

deliberately making things

help but do so when

belt actually has

have to ask someone else to help them adjust

bites her lips and walks towards me. She reaches her trembling

heart

through the

am I obsessed

just happens to be in such an awkward position between the upper body and the lower

and now

with her

should be untied by a woman, so that a man can feel noble. Imagine your dream woman unties this belt gently with her soft and boneless

She turns the flaw into

woman I love is

They seem to be

think what I do helps

she looks at

out a long sigh, adjusts my

Mr. Steven,

"I want one!"

me quite well. I want one,

present all

stands up and says to

boss. I'll

she reaches the door, she picks up the phone

Who is calling her?

suddenly feel a little

lunch, I go downstairs and