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

she should have a

anesthetics will harm the child, so it is better not to

she has

I

"No anesthesia."

with rage when she looks at

don't you endure the pain?" She changes

she must

decision for the sake of child who might have been

when she knows my intention, she won't

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 would laugh at me for my caring the baby

she is

moved by her

next second, I am

the doctor stitches her up, she looks extremely painful. She bites her lips tightly and tries not

clearly that she

and I feel

"Done," the doctor says.

at the doctor's

fault, she stays in the

about her in the hospital, so I delay a lot of affairs of the

day after I bring her

I have lunch with Steven because of

door of the private room halfway

Suddenly, my face darkens.

comes out behind my back!

You designed

follows behind Steven and walks in. When she sees me,

her and pretend not to

only produces couture. What we are talking about now is one of the belts of

seen this belt. It's

am astonished that Jane is the

she's quite talented

introduces Jane to everyone

pauses for a moment and sits

feel a little

would sit next to

fat man says, "Since Ms. Noyes is here, let her

in Virginia, and he knows nothing

eyes, Jane's design is worth 88.8

glances at Steven and begins

a

don't want

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

deliberately making things difficult

so when I see her confident

belt actually

words, they have to ask someone else to help them adjust it. I don't know if she has noticed

and walks towards me. She reaches

my heart is

the clothes

I

to be in such an awkward

shy person, and now her face

unties my belt with her gentle hands, she explains to

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

very smart. She turns the flaw

woman I love is indeed

They seem to be very satisfied with Jane's

what I do helps

looks at me

adjusts my belt, and then goes back to

good item! Mr. Steven,

"I want one!"

me quite well. I want one,

men present

moment, Jane suddenly stands up and says to everyone, "Sorry, I have to leave now. Everyone,

met my boss. I'll

the door, she picks up

Who is calling her?

feel

I go downstairs and lit a