Chapter 345
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 345<\/p>\n
I immediately call the doctors, and thankfully, he is just too tired, nothing serious.<\/p>\n
I ask Frances how he deal with those two people. He doesn\u2019t want to tell me, as he says that the situation is not appropriate for me to know.<\/p>\n
Since he has said so, I stop asking.<\/p>\n
I believe he can handle this matter well and definitely give our child an answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you for everything you\u2019d done. But what should I do about Lawrence? There is no way for me to forgive or to let go,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
My child is the pain of my life.<\/p>\n
Even if the person that hurt my child were Frances, I would have hated him so much that I would have wanted him to die. And now that this person has turned out to be Whitney, I cannot let her go this easily.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to worry, I\u2019m here for everything. It is our child, and I won\u2019t let anyone hurt her get away with it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Frances holds my hand and says in a deep voice.<\/p>\n
My heart, suddenly, settles down.<\/p>\n
After putting aside all those misunderstandings, I realize that Frances has been very good to me all along.<\/p>\n
At the time, I was blinded by hatred, and it made me hate him to my core.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
I replied to him softly.<\/p>\n
He looks at me, his stares, becoming a little deeper.<\/p>\n
I blush as he looks at me, stammered and unable to say a word.<\/p>\n
Moments after, my face is held by him, followed by a kiss.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re still wounded, get some rest!\u201d<\/p>\n
I nudge him, and he doesn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is how I recuperate from my injuries,\u201d<\/p>\n
He mumbled and kissed me deeply.<\/p>\n
His lips are full of his scent.<\/p>\n
My whole body is relaxed, and my mind is dizzy from his kisses.<\/p>\n
Now the wolf is back in his den, and he certainly not be honest.<\/p>\n
Frances removes my clothes and kisses me passionately downward. He stops when he reaches my underbelly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it hurt?\u201d he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt stopped hurting a long time ago,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
I can bear the pain of the scar. But I cannot accept is the loss of our child.<\/p>\n
Frances doesn\u2019t say anything. His head is facing down so I couldn\u2019t see his expression. It\u2019s just that, the thought of the child, makes our mood so heavy.<\/p>\n
A breeze blows in from the open window into the room. I feel a slight chill from my bare skin.<\/p>\n
Frances leans down, his cold lips land on that scar of mine.<\/p>\n
He kisses it with care and affection. Each of them feels like it\u2019s on my heart.<\/p>\n
Suddenly, there are warm water droplets that land on my underbelly.<\/p>\n
Is Frances, crying?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-369","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/369","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=369"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}