{"id":655,"date":"2026-09-28T16:13:00","date_gmt":"2026-09-28T16:13:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/in-my-desperate-time-631\/"},"modified":"2026-09-28T16:13:00","modified_gmt":"2026-09-28T16:13:00","slug":"in-my-desperate-time-631","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/chapter\/in-my-desperate-time-631\/","title":{"rendered":"Chapter 631"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Chapter 631<br \/>\nIn My Desperate Time novel Chapter 631<\/p>\n<p>I am surprised that she directly refuses me.<\/p>\n<p>I look at her coldly and step forward to her.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What are you doing? I&#8217;m injured. You can&#8217;t touch me!&#8221; She tries to threaten me, but what she says is no deterrent.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re my mistress. What do you think I&#8217;m going to do? I&#8217;m going to sleep with you!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>As I spoke, I throw her onto the bed.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know why I said such a thing.<\/p>\n<p>But I am excited and I can&#8217;t control myself.<\/p>\n<p>I directly lie on the top of her and touch her shoulder.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Let go of me. I am your mistress, but I am not your slave!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She says and pushes me away. And then she covers her wound and flinches.<\/p>\n<p>Her expression is a little painful. Is she feeling bad?<\/p>\n<p>Thinking of that she cared about Noah so much, I can&#8217;t hold back my anger, so I ignore her injuries.<\/p>\n<p>The most important thing for me now is to throw away that annoying coat.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Are you scared now? I told you to take off the coat. I am annoyed at other man&#8217;s coat. If you like men&#8217;s coats, I can buy you a hundred coats.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She looks down and takes off the coat. She mutters, &#8220;It&#8217;s just a coat. What&#8217;s the big deal with it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>When I see her take off the coat so obediently, I feel a little relieved, but I notice the blood on her clothes.<\/p>\n<p>I stare at her waist and frown.<\/p>\n<p>I purse my lips and point at her waist, &#8220;Why are you bleeding?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;It&#8217;s all because of you!&#8221; She rolls her eyes at me and gives me a look of reproach.<\/p>\n<p>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.<\/p>\n<p>I guess I hurt her when I threw her on the bed.<\/p>\n<p>Instantly, I feel extremely guilty and somewhat puzzled by her stubbornness.<\/p>\n<p>She is clearly injured. Why doesn&#8217;t she tell me?<\/p>\n<p>It wrenches me and I stop blaming her for her relationship with Noah. I directly say to her.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Go to the hospital.&#8221; I carry her out of bed and go out without changing shoes.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I can walk on my own&#8230;.&#8221; she whispers in my arms.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Shut up.&#8221; Before she can finish speaking, I interrupt her coldly.<\/p>\n<p>How can she walk on her own since she is injured? Does she want to bleed to death? I feel so guilty. Can&#8217;t she stop torturing me?<\/p>\n<p>Fortunately, she finally shuts her mouth.<\/p>\n<p>After an examination in the hospital, the doctor says seriously with a stern face, &#8220;I told you not to do strenuous exercise. How did this happen?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Strenuous exercise?<\/p>\n<p>Why do I feel like the doctor is looking at with a strange look?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He knows how this happened.&#8221; Jane points at me angrily and says with blushes.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor is a little embarrassed and he doesn&#8217;t continue to ask. He warns me, &#8220;I know that you young people are more impulsive and energetic, but sometimes you should restrain yourself. You shouldn&#8217;t be so eager. You have ample time after she recovers.<\/p>\n<p>For some reason, the doctor&#8217;s misunderstanding delights me.<\/p>\n<p>Especially when I see Jane&#8217;s blushing face, I don&#8217;t want to explain it to the doctor.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;We are eager to have a child.&#8221; I stop explaining when I see Jane&#8217;s embarrassed expression.<\/p>\n<p>The doctor clears his throat and doesn&#8217;t say anything more. He takes Jane into the operating room to stitch her up.<\/p>\n<p>The operating room is not open to outsiders, but I am really worried about her, so I call the dean.<\/p>\n<p>Soon, the doctor lets me in.<\/p>\n<p>Jane seems to be a little surprised to see me.<\/p>\n<p>The anesthesiologist is at the side, preparing the anesthetic.<\/p>\n<p>I suddenly think of that I have sex with her without birth control recently.<\/p>\n<p>If we&#8217;re lucky, she should have a baby in her belly.<\/p>\n<p>The anesthetics will harm the child, so it is better not to use them for the time being.<\/p>\n<p>However, she has to suffer.<\/p>\n<p>After much thought, I say to the doctor.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;No anesthesia.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jane&#8217;s eyes instantly fill with rage when she looks at me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Why don&#8217;t you endure the pain?&#8221; She changes her tone as she is angry.<\/p>\n<p>I know that she must be angry.<\/p>\n<p>But I make the decision for the sake of child who might have been in her belly.<\/p>\n<p>I hope that when she knows my intention, she won&#8217;t blame me anymore.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I can endure it. Can&#8217;t you? There are many things that are much more painful than not taking anesthetics.&#8221; I smile gently at her. I want to explain to her, but I am afraid that she would laugh at me for my caring the baby who might not exist.<\/p>\n<p>She looks at me as if she is going to die a heroic death.<\/p>\n<p>I am very moved by her adorable look.<\/p>\n<p>But the next second, I am distressed.<\/p>\n<p>When the doctor stitches her up, she looks extremely painful. She bites her lips tightly and tries not to groan.<\/p>\n<p>I count clearly that she has eighteen stitches.<\/p>\n<p>Every stitch seems to pierce my heart, and I feel pain even when I breathe.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Done,&#8221; the doctor says.<\/p>\n<p>I relax at the doctor&#8217;s words. But Jane faints.<\/p>\n<p>Because of my fault, she stays in the hospital for another week.<\/p>\n<p>I have been worried about her in the hospital, so I delay a lot of affairs of the company.<\/p>\n<p>The day after I bring her home, I go to work.<\/p>\n<p>At noon, I have lunch with Steven because of the cooperation between our companies.<\/p>\n<p>To my surprise, Jane suddenly appears at the door of the private room halfway through the meal.<\/p>\n<p>Suddenly, my face darkens.<\/p>\n<p>Jane has just been discharged from the hospital. She secretly comes out behind my back! I will punish when I go back.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;There is a problem. You designed it. Come in and explain it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jane follows behind Steven and walks in. When she sees me, she is shocked.<\/p>\n<p>I glance at her and pretend not to recognize her.<\/p>\n<p>The Song Group has a large luxury brand that only produces couture. What we are talking about now is one of the belts of the brand.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve already seen this belt. It&#8217;s really nice.<\/p>\n<p>I am astonished that Jane is the designer.<\/p>\n<p>Looks like she&#8217;s quite talented in design.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This is my assistant, Jane.&#8221; Steven introduces Jane to everyone and takes her to her seat.<\/p>\n<p>At this moment, there are only two empty seats left. Steven pauses for a moment and sits down beside me, while she sits beside Steven.<\/p>\n<p>I suddenly feel a little disappointed.<\/p>\n<p>I wish she would sit next to me.<\/p>\n<p>A fat man says, &#8220;Since Ms. Noyes is here, let her tell us what kind of belt is worth 8.88 million.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>This man is a famous nouveau riche in Virginia, and he knows nothing about design.<\/p>\n<p>I pull her into my car and slam the door shut.<\/p>\n<p>She tries to open the car door, but fails.<\/p>\n<p>When I get in the car, I lock the door.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Mr. Frances, I have to go to work. Can you&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Work?<\/p>\n<p>Her so-called work is to have lunch with a man, right?<\/p>\n<p>I turn around and look at her with narrowed eyes. I ask though I know the answer.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Who is that man?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;He is just my high school classmate. We just have lunch together.&#8221; She explains.<\/p>\n<p>Just a high school classmate?<\/p>\n<p>I have investigated everything about Noah.<\/p>\n<p>I sneer and look sideways at her. &#8220;Classmate? I heard what he said outside the Cloud Heaven the other day. You wore his clothes back that night. Now that you meet him so often and you&#8217;re having lunch together, do you think I&#8217;ll believe that you&#8217;re just classmates?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Jane says, &#8220;I loved him when we were in high school. But that was in the past. Can&#8217;t I meet my classmates now?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She finally admits it!<\/p>\n<p>I want to hear the truth from her, but why do I feel even more upset when I heard her admit it?<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Jane, do you think he will still love you if he knows your current situation? You know how embarrassed you are, don&#8217;t you?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I know what I say is very hurtful, but I can only say these words to persuade her give up on Noah.<\/p>\n<p>She says, &#8220;I see. I will pay attention to it.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>And then she dully asks me to unlock the door.<\/p>\n<p>What does she mean? Is she leaving? She doesn&#8217;t listen to me at all, does she?<\/p>\n<p>I am so anxious that I pull her back.<\/p>\n<p>I kiss her domineeringly with anger.<\/p>\n<p>I kiss her hard and bite her lips, as if I am venting my anger.<\/p>\n<p>I can&#8217;t care about that much. She&#8217;s my woman, so she can&#8217;t think about other men!<\/p>\n<p>Kissing her for a long time, I let go of her.<\/p>\n<p>Her shy and helpless look satisfies me.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;This is a punishment for your sneaking out to work behind my back.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>I have punished her, and Noah has left as well.<\/p>\n<p>She should be obedient now.<\/p>\n<p>I have things to do in company. I&#8217;ll give severer punishment to her in the evening.<\/p>\n<p>I open the door and signal for her to get off.<\/p>\n<p>In order to get home early in the evening, I finish my work quickly and left the company before five o&#8217;clock.<\/p>\n<p>When I get home, Jane hasn&#8217;t returned.<\/p>\n<p>Thinking that she may go to work at the company and she hasn&#8217;t off work now, I don&#8217;t call her.<\/p>\n<p>Anyway, judging from her condition at noon, I think she feels pretty good.<\/p>\n<p>However, after I wait for a few hours, she hasn&#8217;t come back.<\/p>\n<p>It is raining heavily outside. She doesn&#8217;t answer the phone. Where is she?<\/p>\n<p>I sit on the sofa, waiting for her to come back.<\/p>\n<p>My mood grows gloomy.<\/p>\n<p>It isn&#8217;t until ten o&#8217;clock that she finally comes back soaked.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-655","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/icuow.top\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/655","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=655"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}