In My Desperate Time

Chapter 184 Bitch Goes to Hell

“Ah”

Right opposite me, Frances screams and takes his foot back.

I roll my eyes at him complacently.

Whitney instantly puts down her fork and asks anxiously, “Are you all right, Frances?”

“It’s okay, just accidentally bite my tongue.”

A faint smile comes across his face and he gives me a cold glimpse. I act as if nothing had happened, moving away my sight.

“Eat slowly, don’t bite it again.”

Whitney is very attentive to Frances. She cares him very much even though he’s telling a lie.

A woman who falls in love is truly a fool.

And Frances stops harassing me under the table after I kicked him.

Opposite the hotel is Seine River. At night, the whole city becomes stunning and beautiful against the shining lights on the river.

I come to the riverbank, letting the cool breeze sweep my face gently, enjoying the ineffable comfort and relax.

Whitney comes over and stands next to me, looking at the scenery not far away.

Donny and Frances don’t come over. It seems that they are talking about something, both smoking during their talk.

They’d better not come. I don’t want to ruin my good mood for the scenery.

“Jane, do you think that all women who are others’ mistresses should die?”

Whitney’s sudden utterance freezes me, as if the blood in my body stopped running.

Why did she say that to me? Has she known anything?

Panic inside, but I have to stay calm before she knows the truth.

“P......perhaps.”

I force a smile and don’t dare to look into her eyes.

“Then why don’t you die!”

Just beside me, Whitney says viciously with an extremely cold voice.

Before I could know it, she gives me a sharp push.

I lose my balance and fall straight into the river.

At the time, Whitney reaches her hand to pull me, and I grab her hand instinctively.

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Whitney screams and drops into the water with me.

I see both Frances and Donny looking over here before into the water.

It’s already winter. My whole body becomes stiff in bitterly cold and chilling water. I can’t swim at all, so I only flop and doggy-paddle blindly towards the shore.

Surprisingly, it works. The shore is near me.

When I am about to climb ashore, I feel hands tugging at my feet. It is Whitney. She sinks beneath the water and tries to pull me down.

My body, falling uncontrollably, and the top of my head are quickly submerged in the water. I choke several times and my consciousness fades gradually.

Lights from the shore let me see clearly Whitney’s cold and mocking face.

She is mouthing the words to me, “Go to the hell, bitch.”

Bracelet falls from my wrist during the struggle.

It is a gift from Frances. I try to grab it though I’m nearly out of my consciousness.

Whitney snatches the bracelet and laugh coldly.

I want to take it back but I have run out of my strength.

I don’t know how many times I’ve chocked, and my consciousness gets weaker and weaker.

A name is echoing in my mind.

Frances!

Right now all I’m thinking about is him.

At the time I realize that I love him so deeply, beyond my imagination.

Goodbye, Frances. Maybe I am destined to end up like this from the moment when fate led me to him.

I, smiling, close my eyes weakly.

In the water, there is a sudden pounding.