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In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 600

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In My Desperate Time is the best current series by the author Sabah. The Chapter 600 Because I Want to Protect You content below will immerse us in a world of love and hatred, where characters use every trick to achieve their goals without concern for the other half—only to regret it later. Please read chapter Chapter 600 Because I Want to Protect You and stay updated with the next chapters of this series at nisfree.com.

“Come on, you must have found some flaws in my make-up, just tell me!”

I look up at him, not believing what he said.

How can it be so easy to recognize a person who tries to cheat people’s eyes?

How could it be that my make-up fooled so many people except him?

Could it be that my look on him was too affectionate? So he figured out because of my oddness?

Sometimes, eyes can’t tell a lie.

Perhaps my worried eyes betrayed myself.

He lowers his head and gaze at me with great affection.

“Stupid, you doubt me because you don’t know how important you are in my heart. Your look, the way you act has lingered in my dreams thousands of times. It’s not an exaggeration to say that I can tell you from others through a strand of hair.”

It’s too magical to believe.

But what can I say?

The affection in his eyes makes it hard for me not to believe him.

Though it’s too much, sweet words are always musical.

“All right, I just believe you for the moment, but I still get other things at you!” I snort at him but feel sweet in my heart.

I won’t doubt his love for me anymore.

Whatever happens, I will always believe his love.

“Well, I’m listening.”

Hilda was dead, but no one can guarantee that there won’t be a second person like her in the world. I even can’t imagine how I should face it if that sort of thing happens again.

“Frances, let’s not be separated from now on, OK?”

I embrace him and speak softly.

“Okay. Now, let’s go to the Bureau of Civil Affairs to get a marriage license.”

He really means it.

Before I can react, he already took me to the Bureau of Civil Affairs. We stand in front of the building.

He’s still in a comfortable housecoat.

The thing is whether it looks weird to dress like this in Bureau of Civil Affairs to get married?

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