In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 525

"Good. You asked for it."

Hilda sneers. She then hits me in the face without hesitation.

Sure, it hurts.

My mind instantly went blank, and I see stars for a moment.

My face is burning hot and painful. I know it swells.

I'm not someone to be trampled upon, but right now, I can only endure it.

Earl is happy after he dodges a bullet. He takes the ball and walks away.

I rub my swollen face and stare angrily at Hilda. She is eating gently.

"How is it? Do you hate me?" Hilda glances at me and says indifferently.

Of course I hate her.

I want her to die a miserable death.

But right now, I can only shake my head. I deny softly, "Not that much."

Hilda smiles and doesn't say anything else. She continues to eat.

Very quickly, Frances comes down from upstairs. His gaze sweeps across my face. He then asks Hilda softly, "Are you all through?"

"Yes."

Hilda stands up and her gaze falls on me.

"This ring looks pretty. However, it seems familiar."

Looking at my ring, I recall the scene of Frances proposing to me in Prague.

The previous romance had become the most piercing pain.

I also understand what Hilda means.

Frances naturally understands as well.

He walks over and stretches out his hand towards me.

"Frances, do you even want to take this back now? This is the proposal ring!" I think.

"This ring should no longer be on your hand." Frances speaks in an indifferent tone. It breaks all my fantasy.

I know.

Ever since I shoot at Frances, I know it will come.

They then leave in front of me, and I return to the hotel with my stuff.

After that, every morning when Frances leaves, Hilda would come to the door to see him off.

Then, they kiss goodbye.

I tell myself not to look, but I cannot control my eyes.

Today, after sending Frances off, Hilda doesn't return to her room. Instead, she makes a phone call and a car drives to pick her up.

What is she planning?

I'm not in the mood to work anymore. It's not guest time yet.

Without asking for leave from the manager, I hurriedly call a car to follow Hilda.

Hilda's car is heading in the direction of my hometown. What is she going to do?

Finally, Hilda stops at a village. She leisurely stands at the entrance of the village, as if she is waiting for someone.

Soon, a familiar man appears and walks to Hilda.

How could it be him?