In My Desperate Time
Chapter 600 Because I Want to Protect You

"Come on, you must have found some flaws in my make-up, just tell me!"

I look up at him, not believing what he said.

How can it be so easy to recognize a person who tries to cheat people's eyes?

How could it be that my make-up fooled so many people except him?

Could it be that my look on him was too affectionate? So he figured out because of my oddness?

Sometimes, eyes can't tell a lie.

Perhaps my worried eyes betrayed myself.

He lowers his head and gaze at me with great affection.

"Stupid, you doubt me because you don't know how important you are in my heart. Your look, the way you act has lingered in my dreams thousands of times. It's not an exaggeration to say that I can tell you from others through a strand of hair." It's too magical to believe.

But what can I say?

The affection in his eyes makes it hard for me not to believe him.

Though it's too much, sweet words are always musical.

"All right, I just believe you for the moment, but I still get other things at you!" I snort at him but feel sweet in my heart.

I won't doubt his love for me anymore.

Whatever happens, I will always believe his love.

"Well, I'm listening."

He smiles dotingly and pulls me into his arms.

"It's about the heroin. How can you have it all without a second thought?! Do you know how serious the consequence would be? If you can't wake up forever, do you know how miserable I would be?"

"Jane, I of course wouldn't have done that if it had not been for you. If I hadn't taken it, it would have been you. I would rather take it all on myself than put you in danger. Because protecting you is the mission of my life, how could I possibly let anything happen to you?" Oh, heavens! He sounds so touching.

I know it was not right for him to do that but I can't even replace a word to refute him!

"Anyway, you can't act like that from now on." Seeing blame doesn't work, I speak like a spoiled child and circle his waist, whispering, "You must promise me that you won't do dangerous things without telling me."

"Right, right. I promise you. Anyway, there won't be another Hilda in the world anymore. In the future, there is no one standing between us, and no one can separate us."

He rests his chin on my shoulder and ensures me.

But I still feel uneasy in my heart.

Hilda was dead, but no one can guarantee that there won't be a second person like her in the world. I even can't imagine how I should face it if that sort of thing happens again. "Frances, let's not be separated from now on, OK?"

I embrace him and speak softly.

"Okay. Now, let's go to the Bureau of Civil Affairs to get a marriage license."

He really means it.

Before I can react, he already took me to the Bureau of Civil Affairs. We stand in front of the building.

He's still in a comfortable housecoat.

The thing is whether it looks weird to dress like this in Bureau of Civil Affairs to get married?¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶¶