In My Desperate Time

However, she refuses.
I expected this but still feel disappointed.
What on earth should I do to get her heart?
Is she still obsessed with her ex-husband, the scum?
I've never been so lost.
We meet a few times afterward, but each time is awkward.
I even meet her when I accompany Hilda to the pregnancy check-up.
I'm afraid that she will misunderstand my relationship with Hilda, but I don't know what to explain.
What worries me more is her health. Is she taking care of herself? Why is she hospitalized?
But she misunderstands eventually.
Moreover, she and Steven seem to be getting closer and closer.
What surprises me the most is seeing her in KTV that night.
She actually wants to take off my underwear.
No one knows how fast my heart beats when I see her frightened cute face.
My blood flows directly to where her soft hand is.
People are kicking up a fuss behind us and I can tell that they are just playing a game, but I can't stop my feelings.
I pick up my glass and take a big sip of the wine to calm myself down.
I walk over and ask in a low voice, "What's going on?"
Someone says, "We are playing Truth or Dare and she chose Dare, so I asked her to come over, pick a man, and take off his
underwear. If I had known you are the only one here, I wouldn't have said that."

However, I feel lucky to be the only one in this room.
If it was another man, I would probably chop him up.
Almost everyone around knows me.
She is a little scared and wants to go back, but how can I let go of such a rare opportunity to tease her?
"Admit defeat. Since you chose Dare, how can you just leave like this?"
I look at her with a smile.
Looking at her eyes, I can tell she becomes even more panicked.
She forces a smile and says to me, "Forget it, Mr. Frances. You are decent. How can you lose face like this?"
For her, I don't mind losing face.
I lean over and whisper in her ear flirtatiously, "I don't mind."
"Did you hear what Mr. Frances said? Go!"
"Right! Let us see Mr. Frances' taste on underwear!"
The group is kicking up a fuss next to us.
She seems to have no way to back down.
At this moment, someone pushes her.
She falls towards me and grabs the leg of my trousers.
My most sensitive part feels her warm breath.
It's enough to ignite my feelings even when I'm not naked.
My voice becomes rough with suppressed emotions. "You are so active. Have you been thinking about this for a long time?"
"Looks like Mr. Frances can take jokes."

Aren't these damn rubbernecks going out?
I frown in displeasure and say sternly to the third wheels, "Don't tell me you want to stay here for the show."
The rubbernecks finally leave, leaving only me and her. I suddenly feel something in the air.
She looks so frightened. I end up giving up teasing her and ask her in a low voice, "Do you think they'll let you go if you don't
finish the game?"
She shrugs helplessly and raises her eyebrows. "So, are you going to take off your underwear and let me take it away?"
I don't expect her to say such bold words.
For a moment, I don't know how to respond.
However, I absolutely have to be more imposing than her.
I curl my lips and say to her indifferently, "Do as you please. I will not resist."
Not surprisingly, she looks at me in anger.
"Dirty bastard!"
This is not the first time she has scolded me like this.
If anyone else calls me dirty bastard, I will definitely be irritated. But when she says this, I'm not angry at all.
I can only say to her helplessly, "You have two choices now."
"You can either take my underwear and go back to the game or leave here with me."
I guess she will definitely choose the latter.
But she is always unpredictable.
She takes a deep breath and stretches out her trembling hands toward my belt.
This damn woman. I almost can't control myself.
I take a deep breath, grab her hand, and walk out.

After getting in the car, I don't start it realizing that those people are still following and watching.
But she says firmly, "Don't think about it. I won't agree."
What is this woman thinking all day long?
"I'm above looting a burning house."
"Aren't you shameless to say that? At that time after the meal..."
She stops without finishing her words.
But I know what she wants to say.
"I didn't touch you that night."
More precisely, I stopped as soon as I realized she is a virgin.
I didn't want to take away her precious first time under that circumstances.
So, I used my hands.
To help her as well as myself.
Of course, I rubbed against her body for a long time. But I definitely won't tell her how awkward I acted because I don't want to
lose my dignity as a man.
"That night, my hands worked hard," I say indifferently.
She remains silent for a long time.
My heart beats fast when I see her slightly open her mouth.
However, is she questioning my ability by looking at me like that?
No man can stand this.
I smile and flatter with her, "I offered you the chance to try my ability. It's not too late for you to change your mind now."
"Don't think too much. I will pay back the money I owe you. As for your request, don't even think about it."

With that, she suddenly asks me in confusion, "How much is your car?"
"4.5 million," I reply and know why she asks this.
She widens her eyes and asks me doubtfully, "Your car is 4.5 million, but the repairing alone costs 1.8 million? Are you kidding
me?"
I can tell this woman doesn't understand.
My car is a limited edition in these many years. It's priceless and not in the market, so it's certainly expensive to repair it.
Of course, I don't care about the money. All I want is to tie her down.
I take out a few receipts from the side and hand them to her.
"Here are the receipts. Take a look. My car is imported and the paint alone costs 600,000. The adjustments and the freight also
cost. There are also a lot of fees that you don't understand. You can do installment payments."
She purses her lips and says sullenly, "I'll pay you back. Thank you for helping me tonight. I'll treat you to dinner sometime."
If a hero saves a beauty, shouldn't she pledge to marry him?
I'm a little dissatisfied with her answer.
"There's no time like the present. Treat me today."
She immediately panics and pushes the door to get out of the car.
But as soon as I got in, I locked the door.
To prevent her from escaping.
Actually, I want to take her to eat fried rice near the Second Middle School to see if she can remember me.
Unfortunately, she doesn't. Instead, she runs away.
I look at her and say in a deep voice as she runs away, "Jane, you will come back to me. Soon."
But in fact, I have no confidence although I said that.

I hear that she and Steven are getting closer and closer recently. Steven even hires her as a housemaid to live with her.
As a man, I understand this kind of ulterior motives so well.
Although they don't have a thing yet, they might in the future if they live together.
I become more and more anxious.
I've been waiting for a good opportunity.
In the meantime, I tell Whitney that I want to divorce.
Neither getting close to Jane nor divorcing Whitney is as simple as I imagine.
However, I finally see an opportunity.
One day, when I'm looking through the company's new staff list, I see Frank's name by chance.
I've investigated Jane long ago. Actually, not to be exaggerated, I've investigated all her family members.
Therefore, I know it clear that this Frank is her younger brother.
After checking Frank's information, I can't help but frown.
What's going on with the personnel department recently? They hire people with such a background.
But this just so happens to be my chance.
I deliberately create an opportunity for him to divulge an insignificant secret. Afterward, it's logical for me to sue him.
I can't know Jane's parents better.
As long as Frank can be fine, they don't care about Jane at all.
So, as I expect, Jane comes to see me this night.
Before she comes, Whitney just went crazy in the room.
During the quarrel, Whitney cut my hand.

Knowing that Jane is here, I can't wait to go downstairs and bring her into the room without bandaging my wound.
This night, I finally sleep with her.
Again and again.
Afterward, she immediately asks me about Frank.
"Well, can you not sue Frank?"
Does she come to see me only for her younger brother?
Although I arranged all this, I'm still a little displeased to hear her say so.
Her family clearly uses her as a tool. Why is she so stupid?
Has she ever thought about herself?
If it wasn't me but someone else who requested to sleep with her, would she also agree without hesitation?
All of a sudden, I become furious.
"Jane, what do you think you are? When did I say I will help you?"
She's astonished and says in fury, "Frances, what do you mean?"
I press her down beneath me and say coldly, "What do you think?"
I want her, but I hate myself for using such despicable methods.
"You obviously know that I come here for Frank, and I need you to help him. Are you playing me?"
Idiot, I'm not playing you. I want to spend all my time loving you.
However, I'm not able to say it out.
I've always been proud and mighty and will feel embarrassed to tell her that I've been loving her secretly since high school and
have done so many things for her.

Since I've decided to start over with her, I don't want to mention the past.
After calming myself down, I say to her in a deep voice, "Jane, do you know the Louis Group lost tens of millions because of
what Frank did? Although for the Louis Group, it's a drop in the bucket, do you actually think one night with you costs this much?
Don't overestimate your value."
This is not my innermost thought.
I don't know why I say this.
Am I losing my mind in front of her?
However, what's done cannot be undone. It's impossible to take my words back.
She becomes even more disappointed.
"So, do you mean ... you won't help me?"
Her body becomes stiffer and stiffer.
But we are too close, and my desire rises again.
I want her, and I can't control myself.
As long as I see her, my so-called self-control that I'm proud of becomes a breakable bubble.
"I didn't say that." I'm all over her with my hot desire against her softness.
"If I'm satisfied, I may agree to help you. It totally depends on how hard you work."
We do it again, but she seems to be very reluctant.
I know I have to find a way to keep her with me.
"Move in and live with me. If you serve me well, I will definitely let Frank go."
She shakes her head and says to me, "I don't have to live here. I promise to come as long as you need me."
Does she think that I only want her for my sexual desire?

What I want is to have her by my side.
She is the first person I want to see every morning when I open my eyes.
"Do you think you have the right to bargain with me?"
I'm very glad that I have something on her, so she has to compromise.
As I expect, in the end, she can only agree. "I will go back and pack my things."
Hearing this, I nod in satisfaction, walk over, and put my hand on her shoulder. "Good girl. Listen to me, and I may be mercy. You
don't have to pack your things. I'll buy you what you need."
I think all women love to hear that.
But I just happen to forget that she's never the same as any other woman.
And that's why I'm obsessed with her.
"I have to go back and pack up. There are things that money can't buy."
Since she insists, I don't stop her.
Anyway, she will be mine.
I request her to cook for me before she goes back to pack up.
I've been wanting to try the dishes she cooks for a long time.
She cooks two bowls of noodles, which are much more delicious than I expect.
After the meal, I send her back to Steven's place to pack her things.
I can tell that Steven doesn't want her to leave at all. The way he looks at me is hostile.
This time, I'm even more certain that Steven likes her.
Looks like I make the right decision to let her move out of here before it's too late.
Then, she moves over.

I have to work overtime at night. So, I prepare another bedroom for her in order not to disturb her.
Although I really want to hug her to sleep, I'm already lucky enough to be able to see her every day.
One day, Anny comes again.
I think she just drops by to visit me. But as soon as she speaks, my heart almost stops.