Chapter 264
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 264<\/p>\n
\u201cFrances, what are you doing, let go of me!\u201d<\/p>\n
I yank my hand out with all my might but in vain, even though my hands chafe.<\/p>\n
I don\u2019t know what he wants to do. As time passes, his silence makes me feel scared.<\/p>\n
I am seeking revenge on him but I find I\u2019m totally not ready for it when he abruptly appears in front of me. I\u2019m stuck and lost at this moment.<\/p>\n
He takes me out of the bar and from a far distance away, I see that familiar Maybach.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m so terrified that I lean over and bite hard on his arm.<\/p>\n
It is literally a hard bite.<\/p>\n
However, Frances doesn\u2019t stop his steps and instead he walks even faster.<\/p>\n
I loosen my mouth and look at the dental print on his shirt, a faint trace of blood seeping out.<\/p>\n
It looks hurt very much, but he has no response at all. Does he lose his feelings?<\/p>\n
When he gets to the car, he pushes me into the back seat, and then he follows me in, with the door<\/p>\n
locked.<\/p>\n
There\u2019s plenty of room in the car but I feel depressed with him there.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s useless to be panic now that I\u2019ve been in his car.<\/p>\n
I simply sit there and ask coldly. \u201cWhat do you want to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJane, where have you been these days?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looks at me with the dim light in the car. There seems to be a sparkle in his eyes.<\/p>\n
I sneer and turn to him, say nastily, \u201cWhy do you ask me? Is it fun?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have a hard time?\u201d I laugh ironically, with the tears dropping from eyes.<\/p>\n
He\u2019s indulging in a gay life and debauchery, and how could he say he\u2019s suffering without shame? What about me?<\/p>\n
Is my miserable life good after losing my child?<\/p>\n
\u201cJane, tell me, why did you leave me? Am I not good enough to you? Or there is someone else in your heart?\u201d he suddenly asks me.<\/p>\n
None of what he says is the reason I left him.<\/p>\n
He doesn\u2019t understand me, nor did I to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhoever lives in my heart, it will never be you. Frances, I hate you, since the first day I met you. And this hatred never dies.\u201d<\/p>\n
I say to him, with a low voice.<\/p>\n
These words are for him but also a warn for myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-288","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/288","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=288"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}