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.

I have sex with her

lucky, she should have a

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

she has to

thought, I say to the

"No anesthesia."

fill with rage when she looks

don't you endure the pain?" She

know that she

I make the decision for the sake of child who might have

she knows my intention, she won't blame

much more painful than not taking anesthetics." I smile gently at her. I want to explain to her, but I am afraid that she would laugh at me for my caring the baby who

as if she is going to

very moved by her adorable

second, I

looks extremely painful. She bites her lips tightly and tries not

count clearly that she has eighteen

to pierce my heart, and I feel pain even

"Done," the doctor says.

the doctor's words.

my fault, she stays in the hospital

so I delay a

her home, I

have lunch with Steven because of the cooperation

suddenly appears at the door of the

Suddenly, my face darkens.

comes out behind my back! I will punish when I

a problem. You designed it. Come

in. When she sees

her and pretend not to recognize

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

already seen this belt.

astonished that Jane is

quite talented in

is my assistant, Jane." Steven introduces Jane to everyone and takes her to

seats left. Steven pauses for a

suddenly feel

would sit next to

let her tell us what kind of belt

a famous nouveau riche in Virginia,

Jane's design is worth 88.8

glances at Steven

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.

seriously. I don't want to miss every

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

am deliberately making things difficult

help but do so when

this belt actually has a

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

me. She reaches her trembling

my heart

through the clothes

I obsessed

in such an awkward position between the upper body and the

person, and

with her gentle hands, she explains

so that a man can feel noble. Imagine your dream woman unties this belt gently with her soft

very smart. She turns the

love is indeed very

present. They seem to

what I do

at me with

sigh, adjusts my belt, and then goes back to her

good item! Mr. Steven, I'll

"I want one!"

think it fits me quite well. I

present all orders this

up and says to everyone, "Sorry, I have

boss. I'll

door, she picks up the phone and hurries

Who is calling her?

feel a

lunch, I go downstairs and lit