In My Desperate Time
Chapter 242: It’s Exactly an Hour

I retract my hand and look at Frances embarrassedly. "Sorry for waking you up."

I thought he was already asleep. And I didn't expect that he would be woken up by a touch.

God, will he cut off my hand?

"Give me your hand."

He says in a deep voice, and I am more scared.

Damn it. Why did I touch him? Now I am done!

I put my hands behind my back and say resolutely, "No!"

Frances' narrowed eyes make me a little scared, so I can't help shrinking to the side.

The man gets closer, so I can only shrink back a little more.

"Come here." Frances says with a grim face. A glance at his face makes me feel hard to breathe.

I shrink back again, but I am already at the edge. I am now falling off the bed.

My child! No!

With my first instinct, I stretch one hand to cover my belly and my other hand to catch something desperately.

Fortunately, I grab something fluffy. And Frances pulls me back to the bed.

I let out a sigh of relief and put the hand off my belly with fear lingering in my heart.

"Let go." Frances squeezes out the words from between his teeth.

I look at him and realize that what I just grabbed is his hair.

Now he will definitely cut off my hand.

Frances slowly approaches me and grabs my hand.

I can feel my heart beating violently and my palms sweating.

However, it seems different from what I thought.

Frances doesn't chop off my hand. Instead, he grabs my hand and gently put it on his waist. He whispers to me, "Now, sleep."

After saying that, he closes his eyes.

I am so nervous that I don't dare to move. I just stare at him stiffly.

Frances doesn't open his eyes again and his breathing becomes stable. I check my phone from time to time, being afraid that I will miss the time to wake him up.

The atmosphere is too tense. I am just lying on the bed, but the sweat already soaks my clothes.

Finally, an hour passed. I lick my dry lips. Just as I am about to awaken Frances, he opens his eyes.

"Has it been an hour?"

I look at him in shock and nod.

"It's exactly an hour."

This man's body clock is so accurate. I can't help but to suspect that he hasn't slept at all and was just counting down minute by minute.

Frances nods and gets up. I also remove my numb hand from his waist.

He walks to the wardrobe, probably preparing to change his clothes and leaves.

He has a few sets of clothes in my wardrobe, and I never take them away.

But my clothes are all packed up. He will smell a rat if he sees that most of my clothes are gone.

No, I can't let him open the wardrobe!

I sit up and hurriedly call him.

"Frances!"

"What?"

He turns around and looks at me with confusion.

I force a smile, get out of bed and then say, "Are you going to change your clothes?"

He nods and raises his eyebrows to look at me. It seems that he is trying to see through me.

I take two deep breaths and approach him. I pretend to be calm and say, "You have a dark gray suit, don't you? I remember seeing you in it once, and I think you looked good in that suit. Why don't you wear it?"000000☐☐☐☐☐☐