“Why do you want that child so much?”
Frances asks me.
When he is talking about that child, his gaze subconsciously reveals a slight disgust.
I can understand that.
Any man won't be able to bear things like being a cuckold, right?
Moreover, he's the famous Frances from Virginia!
But I don't care whether he's happy or not.
Now, my only concern is my happiness.
I don't want to pay attention to his feelings.
I indifferently say, “Maybe because I hate Whitney, I want to let her feel how it's like to be separated
from her own child.”
But at heart, it's more like that child affects me for no reason.
I really can't stand how Whitney treat that child.
But if I say that reason out loud, Frances might think that I'm too nosy.
Frances' gaze becomes gloomier as it lands on me.
“Jane, you have changed.”
He sounds a bit regretful.
How?
He thinks that the originally stupid and pure me is gone, so he feels regretful.
But isn't he the cause of my change?
Will I become like this if he didn't ruin the kid, my only emotional support?
Hating someone is more painful than loving someone.
But there's no other way, I can only keep hating him.
“People can always change, right? Being weak can only let yourself and those around you get hurt.
Others are always unreliable, the only way to protect yourself is by getting stronger.”
The present me thinks that there's no harm in being tougher.
If I was brave enough, perhaps my baby...
My heart hurts again.
I take a deep breath, forcing myself not to think about it anymore.
“You have me now. I can protect you.” Frances' soft voice comes from the top of my head.
I just think that it's funny.
He will protect me?
The man that makes me doomed says they he'll protect me?
That might be the most funny thing I have ever heard in my life.
I faintly smile and softly say, “I only trust myself.”
“All right, let's not talk about it anymore. Give me a precise answer, how long will it take?”
I really don't want to let that kid stay by Whitney's side even for a second longer.
Thinking of Whitney's slaps, and when she just ran away when there's an earthquake without thinking
of the kid... I really can't bear it any longer.
“One week. Give me one week, I'll let the lawyer handle it.”
One week?
Why is it so long?
I can only nod with a frown.
Frances always do everything efficiently.
If he says one week, then it should already be the shortest time.
After getting the answer, I go down to the kitchen to make breakfast.
But the breakfast is already on the table.
Who cooked it?
Don't tell me that Betty is here?
My stomach can't help twitching at the thought of Betty's cooked dish.
Forget it, I'll just cook some myself.
I pout while walking to the kitchen.
Frances suddenly speaks behind me, “I cooked it, you can eat it without worrying.”
Frances made this?
It's only eight in the morning...
How early did he wake up to make the breakfast?
He's a CEO... There's no need for him to cook himself, right?
Furthermore, he's a guy that can't even cook a porridge well before.
How come his cooking skills are this good?
I think it's quite hard to understand, but I don't ask about it either.
I just obediently eat my breakfast.
I must say that Frances' cooking skills are completely different from before.
The saying "people can change in such a short time" is really true.
I want to go and find a job after eating.
Before this, I work at the club only to ask about Frances.
But I definitely can't stay long at places where good and bad people are all there.
I'm now married to Frances, it's impossible for me to work at such place again.
“Are you going to find a job?”
Frances question shocks me.
He can read people's mind?
He knew my thoughts!
I look at him in fear, but then he just says, “Follow me to the company.”
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