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I retract my hand and look at Frances embarrassedly. “Sorry for waking you up.”
I thought he was already asleep. And I didn’t expect that he would be woken up by a touch.
God, will he cut off my hand?
“Give me your hand.”
He says in a deep voice, and I am more scared.
Damn it. Why did I touch him? Now I am done!
I put my hands behind my back and say resolutely, “No!”
Frances’ narrowed eyes make me a little scared, so I can’t help shrinking to the side.
The man gets closer, so I can only shrink back a little more.
“Come here.” Frances says with a grim face. A glance at his face makes me feel hard to breathe.
I shrink back again, but I am already at the edge. I am now falling off the bed.
My child! No!
With my first instinct, I stretch one hand to cover my belly and my other hand to catch something desperately.
Fortunately, I grab something fluffy. And Frances pulls me back to the bed.
I let out a sigh of relief and put the hand off my belly with fear lingering in my heart.
“Let go.” Frances squeezes out the words from between his teeth.
I look at him and realize that what I just grabbed is his hair.
Now he will definitely cut off my hand.
Frances slowly approaches me and grabs my hand.
I can feel my heart beating violently and my palms sweating.
However, it seems different from what I thought.
He has a few sets of clothes in my wardrobe, and I never take them away.
But my clothes are all packed up. He will smell a rat if he sees that most of my clothes are gone.
No, I can’t let him open the wardrobe!
I sit up and hurriedly call him.
“Frances!”
“What?”
He turns around and looks at me with confusion.
I force a smile, get out of bed and then say, “Are you going to change your clothes?”
He nods and raises his eyebrows to look at me. It seems that he is trying to see through me.
I take two deep breaths and approach him. I pretend to be calm and say, “You have a dark gray suit, don’t you? I remember seeing you in it once, and I think you looked good in that suit. Why don’t you wear it?”
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