Chapter 398
\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 398<\/p>\n
Whitney comes with Lawrence. After what happened last time, she has lost a lot of weight and looks disturbed.<\/p>\n
I notice that there is fear in her eyes when she looks around at the crowd.<\/p>\n
Actually, I feel sorry for Whitney.<\/p>\n
It is a woman’s sympathy for another woman who has met with misfortune.<\/p>\n
It would be a fatal blow for anyone.<\/p>\n
Whitney also spots me. When she looks at me, her eyes are filled with hatred. Even the old gentle look in her gaze disappears when she glances at Frances.<\/p>\n
There is probably only hatred left in her heart.<\/p>\n
Frances and I walk towards Steven and hand him the gift.<\/p>\n
Steven’s gaze never leaves me.<\/p>\n
Today is his wedding. Is it appropriate for him to look at me like this?<\/p>\n
I am a little embarrassed. Frances chuckles and says indifferently, “Mr. Steven, you are getting married. Don’t stare at other people’s wives.”<\/p>\n
Steven awkwardly withdraws his gaze, smiles sadly, and mumbles.<\/p>\n
“Yes, some feelings are meant to be kept in the heart.”<\/p>\n
These words sadden me.<\/p>\n
But I don’t even have the courage to comfort Steven. In such a happy event, sentimental topics shouldn’t be brought up.<\/p>\n
Moreover, my consolation is not a good thing for Steven.<\/p>\n
I pretend not to hear him and smile generously at him, saying, “Happy wedding, Mr. Steven.”<\/p>\n
The wedding ceremony is about to start.<\/p>\n
Violet, dressed in a white dress, looks stunning.<\/p>\n
Sure enough, a woman is most beautiful in her life when she puts on a wedding dress for her beloved man.<\/p>\n
I’m looking forward to my wedding with Frances.<\/p>\n
But if I knew that thing would happen at the wedding.<\/p>\n
His words soothe me.<\/p>\n
He is right. What’s there to be afraid of with him covering me?<\/p>\n
I smile at him and sit down calmly.<\/p>\n
I ignore Whitney.<\/p>\n
After taking a few bites, Frances is called to talk shop by someone at the next table.<\/p>\n
I sit on a chair and wait for Frances to come back killing time on my phone.<\/p>\n
Out of the blue, a shadow covers me.<\/p>\n
I assume it is Frances, so I put away my phone and look up excitedly. However, I meet Whitney’s venomous gaze.<\/p>\n
Her gaze is like a knife. My skin hurts pierced by it.<\/p>\n
Before I can say anything, I am dragged to the center of the hall by her.<\/p>\n
With a tear, she pulls my dress off.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-422","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/422","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=422"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}