In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 389

I get out of bed, put on a coat and walk out.

Frances is not in the living room. Did he go to the roof?

I walk upstairs and see Frances sitting there alone, with a glass of red wine in his hand.

Did he get something on his mind?

"It's so late. Why aren't you sleeping? Now you come up and drink yourself." I walk over and sit opposite him. Then I snatch the wine from his hand and drink it all.

Frances frowns slightly and says, "You shouldn't drink so fast. You'll get drunk."

"Well, I'm not in the mood. Someone promised to take me with him, but he left me outside."

The wound on my hand is aching. And when I think of Frances’ actions, I get angry again.

I know he cares about me and wants me safe, but I'm unhappy about that.

"Silly girl, I'm alright now." Frances smiles and gently strokes my hair.

But I feel that he touches me like a dog.

I push his hand away discontentedly and say sullenly, "You're fine and lucky that it's only a slight injury. But what if Andrew shoots well? What if he shoots you in the heart?"

The way Andrew lying in a pool of blood scares me.

I can't imagine how to face it if it were Frances.

"Then I won't bring you there." Frances look at me very seriously. His eyes are filled with affection.

"I won't put you in danger. All you have to do is to hide behind me. I will protect you from all dangers. You just stay by my side. That's enough."

His touching sweet words melt my heart.

Frances just knows how to melt my heart with a single sentence.

I know that he cares about me, so I can't blame him.

The weather is good tonight. Frances and I have a few drinks on the roof.

Old Mr. Louis has been lying in bed for the past two days because of the bumpy journey. So, I don't go to work and take care of him at home.

When old Mr. Louis is around, Sabina couldn't make trouble for me. I'm doing well these days.

However, it's 10 pm and Frances does not come back.

He used to arrive home before eight o'clock. It's so late today and he hasn't come back yet. I'm getting a little worried.

Just as I'm about to call him, he walks in through the door.

There is a big smile on his face. He seems to be in a good mood.

"Where did you go? Why did you come back so late?" I ask.

"I went to an auction to buy something. Sorry that I came back late."

An auction?

What did he buy? He looks so happy.