In My Desperate Time

Chapter 307: I Can't Resist

Looking like me?

I am a little face-blind, so I cannot see how even after staring at the baby's face for quite some time. I shake my head at Sabina with a smile, saying, "I can't see it."

"He really looks like you. His eyes, mouth, and high nose. I think they all resemble yours." Sabina glances at the child and then at me, saying with certainty.

"Perhaps children look all the same. We'll know if what you said is true after he grows up."

"Perhaps." Sabina nods and leaves after exchanging a few words with me.

After I put Earl to bed, I feel like taking a shower before sleep.

As soon as I enter the bathroom, the other door to it is opened, and Frances walks in.

He is only wearing a pair of underwear. His slender waist and sturdy chest are exposed.

And the bulging thing in his underwear makes me blush in particular.

"You are shameless, running around dressed like this!"

I say with my cheeks red, looking away from him.

Frances chuckles and closes the door behind him.

"I'm here to take a shower. What else should I wear?"

It seems I can't retort that.

Nonetheless, I think he's going rogue.

I can never compete with him on that!

It's dangerous to be in the same room with him, let alone in an amorous place as this bathroom.

"You go first. I'll come back later."

With that, I intend to leave, but Frances grabs me.

"You are here, aren't you? Then let's bathe together."

He reaches out to untie the belt of my robe.

The robe slips down from my shoulders and a large area of my skin is exposed. It is too late for me to cover it up.

He forcefully pulls me under the shower. Warm water trickles down on me. Its temperature should feel right, but every part of my body is burning.

All thanks to the glaring gaze of Frances.

Mist permeates the air, and the atmosphere is extremely intimate.

I hold my breath. The tight space seems to be sucking the air out of my lungs.

Frances sticks his hand into my robe and gropes his way to my back, trying to unbutton my bra.

The moment his hand touches my skin, I tremble all over and then stiffen.

No matter how many times this kind of thing happens, I cannot face it calmly.

I know what Frances is going to do and resist, but my body is out of control.

I am grateful Frances is not in a rush to take off my robe as usual.

The robe slips to my waist and my scar is still behind it.

I don't want Frances to see my scar at all. I don't want it to be exposed in front of him like this!

This scar is a souvenir from my child.

But he is gone.

I wake up all of a sudden.

No! I can't have sex with Frances! I hate him. How can I make love with someone I hate?

"No...."

Before I can finish speaking, he covers my lips with his.

He hugs me tightly in his arms, kissing me tyrannically and fiercely, devouring my reason bit by bit.

I hate how easily I fall, but I can't resist.

He hugs me so hard that I feel my back is about to break. However, if he hadn't been doing that, I would have collapsed to the ground with limp legs long ago. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

His hot kiss travels all the way down on the thin fabric. It lands everywhere on my neck, shoulders, chest, and belly. Finally, he gently lifts the hem of my robe and stops there.

"No, it's dirty!"