Chapter 389
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 389<\/p>\n
I get out of bed, put on a coat and walk out.<\/p>\n
Frances is not in the living room. Did he go to the roof?<\/p>\n
I walk upstairs and see Frances sitting there alone, with a glass of red wine in his hand.<\/p>\n
Did he get something on his mind?<\/p>\n
“It’s so late. Why aren’t you sleeping? Now you come up and drink yourself.” I walk over and sit opposite him. Then I snatch the wine from his hand and drink it all.<\/p>\n
Frances frowns slightly and says, “You shouldn’t drink so fast. You’ll get drunk.”<\/p>\n
“Well, I’m not in the mood. Someone promised to take me with him, but he left me outside.”<\/p>\n
The wound on my hand is aching. And when I think of Frances\u2019 actions, I get angry again.<\/p>\n
I know he cares about me and wants me safe, but I’m unhappy about that.<\/p>\n
“Silly girl, I’m alright now.” Frances smiles and gently strokes my hair.<\/p>\n
But I feel that he touches me like a dog.<\/p>\n
I push his hand away discontentedly and say sullenly, “You’re fine and lucky that it’s only a slight injury. But what if Andrew shoots well? What if he shoots you in the heart?”<\/p>\n
The way Andrew lying in a pool of blood scares me.<\/p>\n
I can’t imagine how to face it if it were Frances.<\/p>\n
“Then I won’t bring you there.” Frances look at me very seriously. His eyes are filled with affection.<\/p>\n
“I won’t put you in danger. All you have to do is to hide behind me. I will protect you from all dangers. You just stay by my side. That’s enough.”<\/p>\n
His touching sweet words melt my heart.<\/p>\n
Frances just knows how to melt my heart with a single sentence.<\/p>\n
I know that he cares about me, so I can’t blame him.<\/p>\n
The weather is good tonight. Frances and I have a few drinks on the roof.<\/p>\n
Old Mr. Louis has been lying in bed for the past two days because of the bumpy journey. So, I don’t go to work and take care of him at home.<\/p>\n
When old Mr. Louis is around, Sabina couldn’t make trouble for me. I’m doing well these days.<\/p>\n
However, it’s 10 pm and Frances does not come back.<\/p>\n
He used to arrive home before eight o’clock. It’s so late today and he hasn’t come back yet. I’m getting a little worried.<\/p>\n
Just as I’m about to call him, he walks in through the door.<\/p>\n
There is a big smile on his face. He seems to be in a good mood.<\/p>\n
“Where did you go? Why did you come back so late?” I ask.<\/p>\n
“I went to an auction to buy something. Sorry that I came back late.”<\/p>\n
An auction?<\/p>\n
What did he buy? He looks so happy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-413","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/413","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=413"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}