In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 29

Jealous?

That’s so funny.

How could I be jealous? I have nothing to do with Frances Louis.

It wouldn’t be my turn to be jealous.

But, he suddenly approaches to me, which disorders my mind.

My heart begins to beat violently without control.

“You think too much. I just care about your personal life. I am afraid of you might be exhausted. Maybe someday you would die in bed suddenly. After all, I still owe you a lot of money,” I grind my teeth.

“Whether I am exhausted, you know it clearly.” He leans his head forward and bites my earlobe.

This close contact makes me shudder. I feel like getting a shock and couldn't move.

By now, his body is almost pressed against mine. Half of his body lies on the bed. Although his hand on the bed supports most of his weight, it is still crushing me.

How could this man be so heavy?

“Will you stand up? You're killing me” I push the mountain on me, unmovable.

He smiles, saying nothing and not moving.

“Sir, what are you doing?” a serious sound comes from the door.

I turn my head. The nurse is standing at the door holding a medical tray, looking at Frances Louis with confusion.

My saver!

“Nurse! He is a pervert! Expel him out!” I say hurriedly.

For a long while, the nurse doesn’t answer me.

When I looked at her, I realize that the nurse is staring at Frances Louis. Her little face is full shyness.

She couldn’t be bewitched by Frances Louis’s face?

Fortunately, Frances Louis also knows to pay attention to his appearance in public. He steps down from me with her suit neatly and stands aside.

Wife?

When did I become his wife?

I know this man wants to use me as a shield! Do I look like a shield? Steven Song did that, now even Frances Louis?

I don’t want to help him at all.

I just want to retort when the nurse turns to me and says, “It can’t be true. The man who accompanied her just now should be her husband. They are so close.”

Well, I don’t want to explain. I just want to watch his reaction

Frances Louis says lightly, “You must misunderstand. He is not her husband. He is our chauffer.”

“Who is your chauffer?”

The angry voice comes from the door.