In My Desperate Time

Chapter 212 I’m no Different from a Whore

He sneers and replies in his deep voice, “You don’t need to know. But you have to know that there is no good for him if you keep seeing him. He will lose more than a job.”

His smile makes me shudder.

Before I got truth from Noah, I really had thought Frances would have done something bad to him. But now that he is innocent, why does he take the blame himself?

“I really don’t understand why you would rather let me misunderstand you than tell me the truth that you have nothing to do with Noah’s job loss.” I ask him quietly, full of confusion.

He seems to be stunned for seconds, probably not expecting that I would reveal his lie and confront him directly.

His face darkens with rage and he turns his cold sight towards me, “Humph, Noah told you these? It seems that you have seen each other a lot these days, right? It must be that you just can’t wait to sleep with him behind me, right?”

I can’t believe he would think of me that way.

His words are literally insulting.

What makes me feel more painful and worse is that these words come from the man I love.

I’m afraid I would break down and lose control if I continue to stay here.

After a disappointed glance at him, I go back to my room directly.

I’ve already had dinner on my way home. Old Mr Louis won’t come back home until nine or ten at night. So the only thing for me is to calm myself down.

As I step into my room, Frances follows me in and shuts the door.

“What do you want to do?” I instinctively step back and stare at him in horror.

“What do you think? You are thirsty for men, aren’t you? I’ll be your man!”

Then he pushes me hard on the bed, his huge figure lying on my body soon.

My baby!

Spontaneously, I cover my belly with hands.

I’m pregnant now. I must stop him.

“Frances, stop it, don't be silly! just let me go!” I beg him, as I try to struggle out of him.

“I am silly?!” he makes a cold humph and controls both of my hands easily with only one hand, “What am I doing wrong? Even if it is a deal, I can buy you a lot of times with four million yuan. It’s a good deal for you, isn’t it? You have nothing to lose!”

I feel as if my heart abruptly stopped.

He’s comparing me to a whore?

Am I such a woman in his eyes?

It’s so ridiculous. The tears can’t help streaming down my face.

The clothes on my body have been torn away by him. He thrusts into my body rudely, harder and harder.

He holds me so tight that I almost lose my breath.

I feel pain, the tearing pain in my body. But my heart pains more.

He just uses me to sate his lust.

“Look at you, you are so reluctant now, huh?”

He smirks and wipes away my tears at the corner of eyes.

His touch is gentle but his words are sharp with sarcasm.

“But what can we do, Jane? You want to leave me so badly, but finally you still have to beg for mercy beneath me! This is your life! You can’t escape from me.”

That’s right. I can’t escape.

And now I don’t have strength to struggle out of him anymore.

He moves intensely in my body. I really want to tell him that there is a little baby in my belly. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

But what’s the use of telling him?

He won’t let me keep the baby, or he even won’t believe the child in my belly is his. I’m nothing to him but a whore.

Perhaps it’s better to let the baby die in my body than to let him grow up without father’s love.

Gazing at the man on my body for a few seconds, I close my eyes in despair.

Maybe it’s because he hasn’t had sex with me for several days, I feel I have an extremely long night with him tonight.

When all is over, he pulls out of my body without any hesitation and goes to the bathroom directly.

Then, he doesn’t come back.

He comes to his own room. I’m not surprised at all.

He’s so disgusted with me. How can I think he would sleep in one bed with me? As for those nights he slept with me, maybe it happened that he was in good mood and just wanted to try my bed.

I check my private part and there is no bleeding. Though I don’t intend to keep the baby, it is lucky enough to be alive after such a torture.

The next day is the weekend. Mindy gives me a call in the early morning and she tells me that she has already arrived.