In My Desperate Time

Chapter 631: You're the Best Gift in My Life 13

I am surprised that she directly refuses me.

I look at her coldly and step forward to her.

"What are you doing? I'm injured. You can't touch me!" She tries to threaten me, but what she says is no deterrent.

"You're my mistress. What do you think I'm going to do? I'm going to sleep with you!"

As I spoke, I throw her onto the bed.

I don't know why I said such a thing.

But I am excited and I can't control myself.

I directly lie on the top of her and touch her shoulder.

"Let go of me. I am your mistress, but I am not your slave!"

She says and pushes me away. And then she covers her wound and flinches.

Her expression is a little painful. Is she feeling bad?

Thinking of that she cared about Noah so much, I can't hold back my anger, so I ignore her injuries.

The most important thing for me now is to throw away that annoying coat.

"Are you scared now? I told you to take off the coat. I am annoyed at other man's coat. If you like men's coats, I can buy you a hundred coats."

She looks down and takes off the coat. She mutters, "It's just a coat. What's the big deal with it?"

When I see her take off the coat so obediently, I feel a little relieved, but I notice the blood on her clothes.

I stare at her waist and frown.

I purse my lips and point at her waist, "Why are you bleeding?"

"It's all because of you!" She rolls her eyes at me and gives me a look of reproach.

I take a look at the bed. There is a box of face powder at where she lies. Presumably her wound was pressing against the box.

I guess I hurt her when I threw her on the bed.

Instantly, I feel extremely guilty and somewhat puzzled by her stubbornness.

She is clearly injured. Why doesn't she tell me?

It wrenches me and I stop blaming her for her relationship with Noah. I directly say to her.

"Go to the hospital." I carry her out of bed and go out without changing shoes.

"I can walk on my own...." she whispers in my arms.

"Shut up." Before she can finish speaking, I interrupt her coldly.

How can she walk on her own since she is injured? Does she want to bleed to death? I feel so guilty. Can't she stop torturing me?

Fortunately, she finally shuts her mouth.

After an examination in the hospital, the doctor says seriously with a stern face, "I told you not to do strenuous exercise. How did this happen?"

Strenuous exercise?

Why do I feel like the doctor is looking at with a strange look?

"He knows how this happened." Jane points at me angrily and says with blushes.

The doctor is a little embarrassed and he doesn't continue to ask. He warns me, "I know that you young people are more impulsive and energetic, but sometimes you should restrain yourself. You shouldn't be so eager. You have ample time after she recovers.

For some reason, the doctor's misunderstanding delights me.

Especially when I see Jane's blushing face, I don't want to explain it to the doctor.

"We are eager to have a child." I stop explaining when I see Jane's embarrassed expression. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

The doctor clears his throat and doesn't say anything more. He takes Jane into the operating room to stitch her up.

The operating room is not open to outsiders, but I am really worried about her, so I call the dean.

Soon, the doctor lets me in.

Jane seems to be a little surprised to see me.

The anesthesiologist is at the side, preparing the anesthetic.

I suddenly think of that I have sex with her without birth control recently.

If we're lucky, she should have a baby in her belly.

The anesthetics will harm the child, so it is better not to use them for the time being.

However, she has to suffer.

After much thought, I say to the doctor.

"No anesthesia."

Jane's eyes instantly fill with rage when she looks at me.

"Why don't you endure the pain?" She changes her tone as she is angry.

I know that she must be angry.

But I make the decision for the sake of child who might have been in her belly.

I hope that when she knows my intention, she won't blame me anymore.

"I can endure it. Can't you? There are many things that are much more painful than not taking anesthetics." I smile gently at her. I want to explain to her, but I am afraid that she would laugh at me for my caring the baby who might not exist.

She looks at me as if she is going to die a heroic death.

I am very moved by her adorable look.

But the next second, I am distressed.

When the doctor stitches her up, she looks extremely painful. She bites her lips tightly and tries not to groan.

I count clearly that she has eighteen stitches.

Every stitch seems to pierce my heart, and I feel pain even when I breathe.

"Done," the doctor says.

I relax at the doctor's words. But Jane faints.

Because of my fault, she stays in the hospital for another week.

I have been worried about her in the hospital, so I delay a lot of affairs of the company.

The day after I bring her home, I go to work.

At noon, I have lunch with Steven because of the cooperation between our companies.

To my surprise, Jane suddenly appears at the door of the private room halfway through the meal.

Suddenly, my face darkens.

Jane has just been discharged from the hospital. She secretly comes out behind my back! I will punish when I go back.

"There is a problem. You designed it. Come in and explain it."

Jane follows behind Steven and walks in. When she sees me, she is shocked.

I glance at her and pretend not to recognize her.

The Song Group has a large luxury brand that only produces couture. What we are talking about now is one of the belts of the brand.

I've already seen this belt. It's really nice.

I am astonished that Jane is the designer.

Looks like she's quite talented in design.

"This is my assistant, Jane." Steven introduces Jane to everyone and takes her to her seat.

At this moment, there are only two empty seats left. Steven pauses for a moment and sits down beside me, while she sits beside Steven.

I suddenly feel a little disappointed.

I wish she would sit next to me.

A fat man says, "Since Ms. Noyes is here, let her tell us what kind of belt is worth 8.88 million."

This man is a famous nouveau riche in Virginia, and he knows nothing about design.

In my eyes, Jane's design is worth 88.8 million.

Jane glances at Steven and begins to explain.

"Belts are the closest decoration to the human body except clothes. Since belts are close to body, they need to make us feel comfortable. Therefore, we make this belt texture soft and tough with best leather through superb workmanship. In this way, while maintaining its shape, it can maximally fit the arc of the human body, thereby improve the comfort of the human body. As for the belt buckle, it is a raised crown. Each corner of the crown is inlaid with the best diamonds from South Africa. The diamond in the middle is a pink diamond. The whole belt is low-key but luxurious, and it's superb in workmanship and graceful in taste. These material items are originally expensive, and the belt is available in limited quantities. Therefore, there is nothing wrong with the high prices. Besides, isn't the number '888' is businessmen's favorite?"

I look at her seriously. I don't want to miss every word she said.

After she finishes speaking, I stand up and smile at her, "Ms. Noyes said that this belt is very comfortable. I feel that it is a bit tight, but I don't know how to adjust it. Ms. Noyes, can you help me?"

Actually, I am deliberately making things difficult for her.

I can't help but do so when I see her confident look.

Moreover, this belt actually has a flaw.

People who use belts have difficulties to adjust it on their own. In other words, they have to ask someone else to help them adjust it. I don't know if she has noticed this flaw.

Jane bites her lips and walks towards me. She reaches her trembling hands towards my waist.

Immediately, my heart is racing.

Her touching me through the clothes increases my heartbeat.

Jane, why am I obsessed with you?

The belt just happens to be in such an awkward position between the upper body and the lower body.

She is shy person, and now her face blushes.

As she unties my belt with her gentle hands, she explains to the crowd.

"Naturally, this unique belt should be untied by a woman, so that a man can feel noble. Imagine your dream woman unties this belt gently with her soft and boneless hands."

Jane is very smart. She turns the flaw into an advantage.

The woman I love is indeed very outstanding.

I look at everyone present. They seem to be very satisfied with Jane's explanation.

I think what I do helps her.

However, she looks at me with resentment.

She lets out a long sigh, adjusts my belt, and then goes back to her seat.

"What a good item! Mr. Steven, I'll order one."

"I want one!"

"I think it fits me quite well. I want one, too!"

The other men present all orders this belt.

At this moment, Jane suddenly stands up and says to everyone, "Sorry, I have to leave now. Everyone, enjoy yourself."

"I met my boss. I'll be right over."

When she reaches the door, she picks up the phone and hurries out.

Who is calling her?

I suddenly feel a little uneasy.

After lunch, I go downstairs and lit a cigarette.

I keep wondering who called her just now.

I look up and see her walking out of the restaurant side by side with Noah.

Noah again?

Do they have an appointment for lunch?

I am burning with rage.

Seeing me, Jane looks extremely guilty, but she can only come up and say hello to me.

"What a coincidence, Mr. Frances."

What a coincidence?

Where will she go with Noah now if I didn't run across them?

I pull her into my car and slam the door shut.

She tries to open the car door, but fails.

When I get in the car, I lock the door.

"Mr. Frances, I have to go to work. Can you..."

Work?

Her so-called work is to have lunch with a man, right?

I turn around and look at her with narrowed eyes. I ask though I know the answer.

"Who is that man?"

"He is just my high school classmate. We just have lunch together." She explains.

Just a high school classmate?

I have investigated everything about Noah.

I sneer and look sideways at her. "Classmate? I heard what he said outside the Cloud Heaven the other day. You wore his clothes back that night. Now that you meet him so often and you're having lunch together, do you think I'll believe that you're just classmates?"

Jane says, "I loved him when we were in high school. But that was in the past. Can't I meet my classmates now?"

She finally admits it!

I want to hear the truth from her, but why do I feel even more upset when I heard her admit it?

"Jane, do you think he will still love you if he knows your current situation? You know how embarrassed you are, don't you?"

I know what I say is very hurtful, but I can only say these words to persuade her give up on Noah.

She says, "I see. I will pay attention to it."

And then she dully asks me to unlock the door.

What does she mean? Is she leaving? She doesn't listen to me at all, does she?

I am so anxious that I pull her back.

I kiss her domineeringly with anger.

I kiss her hard and bite her lips, as if I am venting my anger.

I can't care about that much. She's my woman, so she can't think about other men!

Kissing her for a long time, I let go of her.

Her shy and helpless look satisfies me.

"This is a punishment for your sneaking out to work behind my back."

I have punished her, and Noah has left as well.

She should be obedient now.

I have things to do in company. I'll give severer punishment to her in the evening.

I open the door and signal for her to get off.

In order to get home early in the evening, I finish my work quickly and left the company before five o'clock.

When I get home, Jane hasn't returned.

Thinking that she may go to work at the company and she hasn't off work now, I don't call her.

Anyway, judging from her condition at noon, I think she feels pretty good.

However, after I wait for a few hours, she hasn't come back.

It is raining heavily outside. She doesn't answer the phone. Where is she?

I sit on the sofa, waiting for her to come back.

My mood grows gloomy.

It isn't until ten o'clock that she finally comes back soaked.