In My Desperate Time

Chapter 191 You Haven’t Fed Me Yet

I am a little annoyed after feeding a few pieces.

Frances eats slowly. He eats a few pieces of apples for nearly half an hour. I don’t have time to be wasted on this.

"You can enjoy the rest by yourself. I'm leaving." I stand up while curling my lips.

"But you haven’t fed me yet, how can you leave?" I hear him joking behind me.

Fed?

Why does it sound like he is implying something else?

Sometimes I can’t help but wonder if Frances talk frivolously, or I have read too much in his words.

The phone vibrates in my hand. I look down. It is a text message from Noah.

I don’t dare to click on the message because Frances is here.

So I am only able to see the first few words.

Honey, tomorrow morning I am going to...

For fear that Frances may grab my phone again, I quickly put it in my pocket.

"You can spend the night here. My hand is injured. If I need someone to take care of me, you will be around." Frances says.

"Why would you need someone to take care of you? You only injured your hand." I speak up without thinking too much.

"You'll find out soon." He smiles at me and walks to the bed leisurely to lie down.

Maybe it is because I fear what Frances may do to Noah. But it is more likely that I am reluctant to leave him.

I stay.

Lying next to Frances, I can hear his breathing gradually calming down.

I turn my head to look at him. There is a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Who does he dream about to smile so sweetly? No matter who it is, it wouldn’t be me, right?

I smile wryly and close my eyes.

In a daze, it sounds like Frances gets up. But I am so sleepy that I don’t open my eyes.

He sits on the bed for a while, then goes into the bathroom. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

A few seconds later, he shouts from the inside.

"Jane."

I didn’t answer.

Frances shouts again patiently. I have no choice but to get up. I walk to the door half-asleep and ask in a dull voice. "What do you want?! It’s time for bed!"

"Come in and take off my pants. I can’t do it with my hands."

He says in a low voice.

Take off his pants?!

It is one thing that I have seen Frances’ body, but it's another thing to take off his pants with my hands.

I feel too shy no matter how I look at it.

Moreover, I assume he can do it with one hand.

I hesitate for a few seconds without saying a word.

"Hurry up." Frances urges inside. "Are you forcing me to use some special means so that you will come in?"

I don’t know what his special means are, but it definitely is not what I want.

I can only bite the bullet and go in.

Frances stands in front of the urinal with no expression on his indifferent face.

I turn my head away and fumble around his lower body for a while. Only to find that his zipper is a bit complicated, and it is not easy to pull down with one hand.

I don’t dare to look at Frances, so it takes me a while to help him with the zipper.

Just then, I hear the sound of splashing water.

I instantly blush being in such an embarrassing vibe.

Frances must have been holding his pee back for a long time because I hear the splashing went on for a while.

After going to the toilet, he walks outside without telling me. So, I just go out behind him. My eyes fall on the phone beside my bed.

Why does it look a bit different from where I put it?