In My Desperate Time

Chapter 394: The Strange Prague Square

My misunderstanding with Frances resolved, I am in a much better mood.

After supper, Frances pulls me to the hotel where we can be alone.

He hasn't touched me for days. He is like a hungry wolf, devouring me whole.

Frances "punishes" me for most of the night. In the end, I become exhausted and faint.

I don't know when it ended. By the time I wake up, it is about noon the next day.

When I open my eyes, Frances is standing by the door with his back to me. I don't know what he is busy with.

"It's already noon. Why didn't you wake me up?"

Frances trembles, as if he is startled by me.

He quickly stuffs something under his clothes, then turns to look at me, and says with a smile, "I figured you must be exhausted from last night, so I decided to let you sleep a little longer."

Exhausted?

Thinking of the sexy night, I blush.

It's really strange. He was clearly the one who did all the heavy lifting. Why am I even more tired than him?

"Shameless. I don't want to talk to you anymore."

I mumble and sit up from bed, dressing.

The bruises on me are the evidence of last night's violent pleasure. My face turns red again and I quickly put on my clothes.

Frances stands aside and looks at me with a smile.

Damn it, you pervert! ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Besides, he seems to be in a good mood today. Could it be that, like me, he is thrilled to know our child is still alive?

Returning from the clinic yesterday, he sent his men to investigate the whereabouts of my child.

All I have to do now is wait.

After lunch, Frances drags me out of the hotel.

I thought he was going to take me to my parents' place. After some time, I realize the car is going in the opposite direction.

"Where are we going?"

I ask doubtfully.

Frances shakes his head at me and says mysteriously, "You'll know when we get there."

Finally, the car stops in front of Prague Square.

After taking me to the center of the square, he says he will be back soon and asks me to wait for him here.

I nod and watch him leave. His figure quickly disappears into the crowd.

Soon, I discover something strange.

Everyone nearby walks towards me.

Men, women, old people, and children, when passing by me, will pass me a beautiful rose.

Not long after, my arms are filled with roses. Afterwards, I can't hold them anymore, so I put them on the ground.

Quickly, the roses on the floor are piled up into a small mountain.

How many roses are there?

Also, what exactly is going on?

Where's Frances? Where did he go? Why hasn't he come back?

I stand there anxiously and don't know what to do.

Then a scream comes from the crowd. Everyone looks in the same direction.

I follow suit and see a luxurious carriage slowly approaching.

Prague has always been a classic city, so it's not surprising to see a carriage here.

But why is my heart beating so violently?

The carriage approaches me little by little and finally stops in front of me.

The carriage door is opened from the inside, and Frances steps out.

He is wearing a straight suit, like a prince dressed in luxury, welcoming his bride.

He walks slowly to me with a faint smile.

Then, he kneels down on one knee before me.