In My Desperate Time

Chapter 460: Protect Yourself

I don't know if my words can really work.

But I sincerely hope that Steven can find his own happiness.

He is a nice guy and he deserves a lifetime of happiness.

"Frances, do you think this can work?" In the car, I ask Frances.

"I hope it would work. I don't want anyone to covet my woman."

His tone is filled with dissatisfaction.

I suppose this is exactly the reason why Frances is willing to join me in this play.

Although all this is just to help Steven make clear of his feelings, what I said is true.

Frances and I are really happy, except for this Hilda meddling in.

Thinking of Hilda, I feel uneasy again.

"I don't also want anyone to covet my man. But you do whatever Hilda asks you to do."

I say that in an unpleasant tone.

"There are so many women coveting your man, so you must be careful." Frances says with a smile.

What? He is joking about that? Can't he tell I'm angry at all?

There are many women coveting him, but no one makes me feel so nervous like Hilda.

"I only need to be careful of Hilda. But she's just under our nose right now. It might be useless even if I am careful." I said coldly.

"You little idiot. I have told you many times that Hilda doesn't have that kind of thoughts towards me."

Frances sighs and explains to me.

"I just want to know how I can convince you that Hilda likes you!"

I said unhappily.

Damn! If I keep arguing with this man, I'll be furious.

"Unless she tells me by her own."

That's the problem.

Hilda is a scheming person. Knowing that expressing her attitude would make Frances stay away from her, she deliberately keeps silent. So Frances knows nothing about that.

Looks like I need to think of a way to make Hilda express her affection for Frances.

It would be best to record the conversation with her in private and then tell Frances. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I make up my mind in my heart. When I regain my senses, I discover that Frances has brought me to the shooting arena again.

This time, I practice shooting for almost two hours.

At the beginning, I cannot even hit the target. After a while, I am able to hit the target and score one or two.

I even get lucky and score nine once.

"It's really rare to see someone so bad at shooting as you." Frances joked.

Damn, I am bad at it because I am afraid.

As soon as I hold the gun, my hands would unconsciously tremble.

Therefore, I would always miss the target.

After all, in my subconscious, there are usually two kinds of people who use guns.

Cops, or criminals.

I'm not a cop or a criminal. I feel uncomfortable no matter how I use guns.

"You can't blame me for that. I'm scared when I hear gunshots." I turn around and look at Frances.

Frances put down his gun and walks over to me. He says seriously, "Jane, you can't be afraid. You have to be brave. If I can't protect you some day, you have to be able to protect yourself. Besides, you don't want Earl to be in danger, right?"

For some reason, what Frances says today makes me feel very uneasy.

He said that I could hide behind him when I am in danger. Why would he say so then?

Would something bad happen?

Just as I am about to ask him, he turns around and continues to practice shooting.