In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 398

Whitney comes with Lawrence. After what happened last time, she has lost a lot of weight and looks disturbed.

I notice that there is fear in her eyes when she looks around at the crowd.

Actually, I feel sorry for Whitney.

It is a woman's sympathy for another woman who has met with misfortune.

It would be a fatal blow for anyone.

Whitney also spots me. When she looks at me, her eyes are filled with hatred. Even the old gentle look in her gaze disappears when she glances at Frances.

There is probably only hatred left in her heart.

Frances and I walk towards Steven and hand him the gift.

Steven's gaze never leaves me.

Today is his wedding. Is it appropriate for him to look at me like this?

I am a little embarrassed. Frances chuckles and says indifferently, "Mr. Steven, you are getting married. Don't stare at other people's wives."

Steven awkwardly withdraws his gaze, smiles sadly, and mumbles.

"Yes, some feelings are meant to be kept in the heart."

These words sadden me.

But I don't even have the courage to comfort Steven. In such a happy event, sentimental topics shouldn't be brought up.

Moreover, my consolation is not a good thing for Steven.

I pretend not to hear him and smile generously at him, saying, "Happy wedding, Mr. Steven."

The wedding ceremony is about to start.

Violet, dressed in a white dress, looks stunning.

Sure enough, a woman is most beautiful in her life when she puts on a wedding dress for her beloved man.

I'm looking forward to my wedding with Frances.

But if I knew that thing would happen at the wedding.

His words soothe me.

He is right. What's there to be afraid of with him covering me?

I smile at him and sit down calmly.

I ignore Whitney.

After taking a few bites, Frances is called to talk shop by someone at the next table.

I sit on a chair and wait for Frances to come back killing time on my phone.

Out of the blue, a shadow covers me.

I assume it is Frances, so I put away my phone and look up excitedly. However, I meet Whitney's venomous gaze.

Her gaze is like a knife. My skin hurts pierced by it.

Before I can say anything, I am dragged to the center of the hall by her.

With a tear, she pulls my dress off.