In My Desperate Time

Chapter 141 I'll Get You a Bigger Bed

I panic and stare at him with wide eyes, “Your Majesty, I really can’t do it anymore, please let me go.”

Now my legs are sore and weak, and I am extremely exhausted. If he continues to torture me, I am afraid I would pass out.

“What are you afraid of?”

His hands reach to my back and gently rub me.

I just realize that he is actually helping me bathe!

It did surprise me that Frances Louis would do this.

He helps me stand up, but my legs are too weak to stand steady, and I almost fall over. I hold on to the wall so I wouldn’t fall over.

“If you can’t stand up, you can hold on to me. After all, I'm well aware of my ability.” Frances Louis smiles evilly towards me and whispers in my ear.

What a jerk!

I roll my eyes to him and say in a bad voice, “Don’t be ridiculous! Can you show your normal bossy attitude and give me a cold shoulder?”

“You're not like the others.” He says lightly, then smiles at me, “Besides, I'm just helping you bathe. I am not being ridiculous. Or are you thinking something dirty in your head?”

He smirks and reaches out to my sensitive part and rubs it gently.

Even though he is bathing me seriously, I still couldn't stop my legs from going weak.

“I can wash myself.”

I moan, but I couldn't help moving my body a little closer to him.

“It’s my pleasure to serve you.”

Frances Louis’s hands don’t stop, but they move faster, rubbing over and over again against my sensitive area.

Finally, I have an orgasm again from his rubbing.

I am pressed against Frances Louis's body and have lost all my strength.

After the bath, he dries the droplets from my body and carries me to the bed.

And he also lies down next to me.

“Why don't you go back to sleep now? My bed is too small for two people.” I say softly.

I always feel uncomfortable with Frances Louis. As if even breathing a little heavier is a mistake.

He's like the most sensitive string in my heart and I don't even have the courage to touch it.

“Well, I'll get you a bigger bed tomorrow,” Frances Louis says.

Hey!

That's not what I mean!

I know that Frances Louis is playing dumb, it’s useless to reason with him. I ignore him, close my eyes and go to sleep.

I must be asleep early today, and I absolutely must not be late tomorrow.

As soon as I close my eyes, Frances Louis suddenly asks me, “I saw you at the hospital today, what were you and Steven Song doing at the hospital?”

He saw me?

I don’t want to talk about that he was with a pregnant woman, but he comes to ask me.

“Nothing, Steven Song is allergic to mango and I took him to the doctor.”

“All right.” Frances Louis says lightly, “Jane Noyes, don't you have anything to ask me?”

I know that Frances Louis is talking about him and the pregnant woman. But I don’t need to know, and I don’t want to know.

“Nope. I know exactly who I am. I should never ask about your private things.”

Behind me, Frances Louis doesn’t say another word.

I don't know if he is satisfied with my answer or not.

I don’t dare look back, so I close my eyes and go back to sleep. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I thought I would not be able to sleep, but surprisingly, it is a good sleep.

The next morning, I wake up in Frances Louis’s arms.

His arms, wrapping tightly around my waist, and his body is pressed against mine. His ‘desire’ awakened early in the morning is against my waist.

His eyes are closed, looks like he is still asleep.

Did I get into his arms on my own? If Frances Louis wakes up and finds me in his arms, he would kick me out of bed.

With that thought, I carefully move Frances Louis's hand away and get out of bed gingerly.