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.

think of that I have sex with her without

she should have a

child, so it is better not to use

has to

thought, I say to the

"No anesthesia."

instantly fill with rage when she looks at

pain?" She changes her

that she

sake of child who might have been in her

she knows my intention, she won't blame me

it. Can't you? There are many things that are much more painful than not taking anesthetics." I smile gently at her. I want to explain to her, but I am afraid that she

at me as if she is going to die a heroic

very moved by her adorable

next second,

painful. She bites her lips tightly

that

pierce my heart, and

"Done," the doctor says.

at the doctor's words. But

stays

so I delay a lot of affairs of

after I bring her home,

have lunch with Steven because of the cooperation

the door

Suddenly, my face darkens.

the hospital. She secretly comes

designed

walks in. When she sees

and pretend not to recognize

luxury brand that only produces couture. What we are talking about now

already seen this belt. It's really

that

quite

Jane

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

feel a little

she would sit next to

fat man says, "Since Ms. Noyes is here, let her tell us what kind of belt is worth 8.88

a famous nouveau riche in Virginia, and

eyes, Jane's design is worth

glances at Steven and

improve the comfort of the human body. As for the belt buckle, it is a raised crown. Each corner of the crown is inlaid with the best diamonds from South Africa. The diamond in the middle is a pink diamond. The whole belt is low-key but luxurious, and it's superb in workmanship and graceful in taste. These material items are originally expensive, and the belt is

look at her seriously. I don't want to

belt is very comfortable. I feel that

am deliberately making

do so when

this belt actually has

have to ask someone else to help them adjust it. I don't know if

and walks towards me. She reaches

heart

through the

why am I obsessed

be in such an awkward position between the upper body and the

person, and now her

belt with her gentle hands, she explains to the

untied by a woman, so that a man can feel noble. Imagine your dream woman unties

smart. She turns

woman I love is indeed

They seem to be very satisfied

think what I do helps

she looks at

a long sigh, adjusts my belt, and then

Mr. Steven,

"I want one!"

quite well. I want one,

present all

up and says to everyone, "Sorry, I have to

met my boss. I'll

reaches the door, she picks up the

Who is calling her?

feel

lunch, I go downstairs and lit