In My Desperate Time

Chapter 604: I'm All Yours

However, I want to go in, I want to see how he is.

I stand at the door, hesitating.

Frances' voice sounds again.

"Jane, leave now. I don't want you to see me like this. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

He has repeatedly stressed that if I go in, I don't seem to respect him very much.

There is nothing I could do. I could only close the door with anxiety.

He seems to crash into the wall again and again, and at the same time, into my heart.

After a long time, it's silent inside.

When I open the door, I see Frances lying unconscious on the ground, blood oozing out of his head.

I'm so sad, but at the same time, I'm so grateful.

At the very least, he has survived today's trial.

The wound on Frances' head is just a trauma. I call a private doctor to bandage it for him, so there's no problem.

His condition has always been unstable and I need to take care of Frances, so I have never taken Penelope over.

After two months of living like this, Frances' condition is getting better and better day by day.

I feel relieved.

It seems that nothing will happen between him and me anymore.

However, I still feel uneasy.

I vaguely feel that something is about to happen.

However, I can't tell exactly what's wrong.

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I joke as I look at the pile of documents in my hand.

These documents are all given to me by his trusted aides.

Because Frances' condition has not improved, he has always insisted on leaving them to me.

Now that he has recovered, I naturally want to return these things to him.

"Whatever you say is what it is."

Frances takes them from my hand and says with a faint smile.

Although I'm joking, I don't expect that he would give me such an answer.

I’m in a bad mood all of a sudden.

I snort coldly and curl my lips.

"What do you mean? Could it be that you really woke up because of this? I thought it was because of me. It seems that I'm flattering myself."

Seeing my unhappy expression, Frances hurriedly hugs me and says gently, "Jane, I'm just joking. Why are you taking this so seriously?"

"I am. So what?"

I looked at him with displeasure and said.

Then I hand everything over to him.

"Here, I'll return your things to you! Everything!"

As I speak, I struggle in his embrace and am about to leave.

He hugs me even tighter, as if he is afraid that I would leave like this.

"Jane, don't be angry. I'm all yours. What are you worried about?"

He puts his chin on my head and says dotingly.

Actually, I'm not really angry. I just suddenly break out and start to get into a fight with him.

When he says that, all of my anger disappears.

But I still pretend to be angry.

Frances is probably scared by me and panics. He turns me to face him.

A kiss comes down again.

When he kisses me, I can't keep angry.

Just as we are immersed in this kiss, the nanny's voice suddenly sounds at the door.

"Madame, someone is looking for you."