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 birth control

should have a baby

so it is

has to

I

"No anesthesia."

eyes instantly fill with rage when she looks at

you endure the pain?" She changes her tone as she is

know that she must be

the decision for the sake of child who might have been in

hope that when she knows my

can endure 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,

she is going to die a

moved by her

second, I am

looks extremely painful. She

that she

stitch seems to pierce my heart, and

"Done," the doctor says.

doctor's words.

of my fault, she stays in the hospital for another

been worried about her in the hospital, so

day after I bring her home, I

with Steven because of the

suddenly appears at the door of the

Suddenly, my face darkens.

from the hospital. She secretly comes out behind my back! I will punish when I go

designed it. Come

walks in. When she sees me, she

glance at her and

Group has a large luxury brand that only produces couture. What we are talking about now is one

seen this

that Jane

she's quite talented in

Jane to everyone and takes her

there are only two empty seats left. Steven pauses for a

feel a little

wish she would

let her tell us what kind

riche in

eyes, Jane's design is worth 88.8

glances at Steven and begins to

closest decoration to the human body except clothes. Since belts 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

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

speaking, I stand up and smile at her, "Ms. Noyes said that this belt is very comfortable. I feel that it is a bit tight, but I don't know how

making things

but do so when I see

actually has

have difficulties to adjust it on their own. In other words, they have to ask someone else to

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

heart is

touching me through the

I obsessed with

such an awkward position between the upper body

is shy person, and now her face

her gentle hands, she

can feel noble. Imagine your

very smart. She turns the flaw

love

everyone present. They seem to be

what I do

at me

long sigh, adjusts my belt,

Mr. Steven,

"I want one!"

think it fits me quite well.

present all orders this

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

met my boss. I'll be right

reaches the door, she picks

Who is calling her?

suddenly feel a

go downstairs and lit