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.

suddenly think of that I have sex with her without

should have a

is better not to use them

has

much thought, I

"No anesthesia."

with rage

endure the pain?" She changes her

she must be

of

knows my intention, she won't

than not taking anesthetics." I smile gently at her. I want to explain to

me as if she is going to die a

very moved by

next second, I

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

count clearly that she has

pierce my heart, and I feel pain even when I

"Done," the doctor says.

relax at the doctor's words. But Jane

of my fault, she stays in the hospital for another

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

bring her home,

with Steven because of

the door of the private room halfway

Suddenly, my face darkens.

hospital. She secretly comes out behind my back!

problem. You designed it.

in. When she sees me, she is

her and pretend not to recognize

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

already seen this belt.

that

quite

my assistant, Jane." Steven introduces Jane

seats left. Steven pauses for a moment and sits down beside me, while she sits

suddenly feel a little

wish she would sit next to

Ms. Noyes is here, let her

in Virginia, and he knows nothing

eyes, Jane's design is worth 88.8

at Steven and

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 the crown is

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

finishes 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

I am deliberately making things difficult for

can't help but do so when I see

this belt actually has a

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

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

my heart

me through the

am I

belt just happens to be in such an awkward position between the

shy person, and

with her gentle hands, she

a man can feel noble. Imagine your dream woman

She turns the flaw

love is indeed

They seem to

what I do helps

she looks at me with

adjusts my belt,

item! Mr. Steven, I'll

"I want one!"

me quite well. I

present all orders

to everyone, "Sorry, I have

my boss. I'll be right

reaches the door, she picks up the phone and

Who is calling her?

feel a

go downstairs and lit a