In My Desperate Time

Chapter 569 Go Home Right Away

But my words fail to ease the nerves on his face.

It tells how angry he is about my unexpected presence.

I bite my lip to curb any word out.

A deeper frown is showed by him.

“Go home. What if you get into trouble where Hilda can easily make waves? You have no idea of how cruel she is. Jane, even I can’t act rashly in front of her. It’s too dangerous for you to stay. Promise me. Go home right away.”

“What do you mean by right away?” I reply.

“Now. Get a ticket to leave this country.” He says in a serious tone.

“It will trigger more suspicions if I just leave now. When the business trip is over, I will certainly go back. It lasts two months. As soon as I finish it, I’ll leave.”

The time is long enough for Frances to address anything here.

If it’s not done then, I’ll apply for another two months from the company.

Brazenly as I can’t stand by him, I only want to stay close to him.

“Don’t be naive, Jane!” Frances lowers his voice hard, unable to mask his anger.

In fact, I know I’d better listen to him. But I just can’t leave him here.

I feel distraught at the idea of he standing alone to face all those dangers and uncertainties.

Just as he attempts to argue, I am preserve to interrupt him.

“You should go back, or Hilda will find it wrong. Be careful always. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be alright.”

Throwing these words to him, I let go of him, running toward the sidewalk.

I run long enough while I can still feel his caring eyes fixed on me.

I run all the way back to the apartment. After taking a shower with complex emotions, I go to bed.

It’s a tough night, as I am overwhelmed by the scene that Frances and Hilda caressing each other.

The night makes me more tired.

I hear someone is knocking at the door early in the morning.

Who’s that?

“Who?”

As I ask, there seems to be a reply. But it’s too far away that I can’t get it.

I have to get dressed and walk to open the door. Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

There are a man and a woman.

The woman in her thirties looks still pretty.

Of course, I don’t know her.

Her eyes on me are full of rages, terrifying me.

The man next to her makes me more uneasy.

He, in a police uniform, gazes at me seriously.

“Can I help you?”

I ask politely.

Standing by the door, the policeman keeps saying something I can’t understand.

Not long after, the woman loses her patience and straightforwardly walks in.

The policeman follows her and scours my house.

What are they trying to find?

But this is my residence. How can they be so rude?!

I rush ahead, trying to stop them, but I am pushed away by the woman.

After pacing around the house, she focuses on the refrigerator at the corner.

In this apartment Mindy rent for me, the refrigerator is exaggeratedly huge.

The woman steps forward and opens its door.

A body rolled out all of a sudden!