In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 183

I gasp and look over at Frances.

But I quickly turn my gaze in case it would arouse Whitney’s suspicion.

The car has a divider between the front and back seats, and Whitney can only see the top half of our bodies from the rear-view mirror, not knowing what is happening below.

Maybe this is why Frances dare to have his unbridled hands on me.

There is no sign on his face that tells he has a headache! I even have to doubt that he uses it as an excuse to sit next to me.

“Are you mad? Your wife is sitting in front of us!”

I lower my head and whisper to him.

He snorts slightly, disapprovingly, “So what, my mistress is sitting beside me. How can I restrict myself from doing noting with such a beauty right next to my hand? You know I’m not that kind of gentlemen.”

As he is saying, his hands are eagerly touching around my waist. Although I wear thick clothes, the titillating movement of his hands really makes me hot.

“Frances, I’ll be dead if Whitney knows our affair.”

I whisper with a begging voice.

Before leaving Frances, I don’t want to get any troubles, nor do I want to hurt Whitney, and I can’t afford to offend her.

“You think I would be afraid of her?

“Okay, fine! But I’m afraid of her.” I twitch my mouth and move to the right, to the very edge of the seat.

Staying where he is, Frances just sneers and sits there without saying a word.

His indifferent face suddenly reminds me of Noah.

Though for now he hasn’t done anything to Noah yet, it doesn’t mean he won’t harm Noah. He certainly won’t let Noah go easily. I must know something from him to assure my heart.

But asking Frances directly may irritate him. Thinking for a while, I say, “Thank you, Frances, for doing nothing to Noah.”

He just sneers, “Don’t celebrate too early. It’s just the time hasn’t come yet.”

The time hasn’t come yet?

What does it mean?