In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 185

Frances jumps into the water.

His arrival, like a spray of sunshine, brightens my dark life.

“Frances, help! Help!”

I splash and scream for help in a faint voice.

But he swims directly towards Whitney as if not hearing me.

Truth love manifests in crisis.

As it turns out, he cares nobody but Whitney.

My heat sinks with my body.

It hurts so much, as if I’m dying. I didn’t know before it is so painful being hurt by the one you love.

That’s it. Just die like this.

I thought I would never wake up again.

So I’m dazed when I open my eyes and see everything in front of my eyes.

I am in the car now?

“You’re awake.”

Donny says beside me.

He is dripping wet, as I am. Frances went to save Whitney at that time, so it must be Donny who saved me.

“Thank you for saving my life.” I say to Donny.

He chuckles, “There’s an old Chinese saying that saving one person from death is better than to build a seven-storied pagoda for the death. I think I might go to heaven when I die.”

I am amused by Donny, but in the front of the car comes an aggrieved voice from Whitney.

“Jane, why did you push me into the water?”

I pushed her? She’s the one that pushed me. How can she counter accuse me?

“I didn’t.”

I retort slightly, but my eyes are involuntarily looking towards Frances.

Will he believe me?

He is driving the car, neither speaking nor looking back. It seems that he acquiesces in Whitney’s words.

He loves Whitney, so it’s not strange he would choose to believe her. Though it is a obvious truth, I still feel great pains in my heart.

The heater is strong in the car, but what all I feel is chilling cold.

Donny speaks for me, “How is that possible? Jane doesn’t look like someone who would do such a thing. Even if she did, it would definitely be an accident. Don’t take it too seriously, Mrs Louis.”

“Sometimes, face is no index to the heart. The more innocent and harmless one appears, the more vicious and dirty one may be inside. But of course, I do hope it was just an accident.”

Whitney replies slowly. The sarcasm in her words simply can’t be more obvious.

Now I’m sure that she has known the relationship between Frances and me. Otherwise, she won’t treat me so badly all of a sudden.

But I have no idea why she doesn’t point it out directly.

When stepping out of the car, I can’t stop shivering and hurry into the hotel, heading to my room.

I am soaking wet and all I need is a warm bath or I’ll definitely get a cold.

After taking a hot shower, I make myself a cup of medicine granules for cold. Then I dry my hair, deep in thought.

Does Whitney know about my relationship with Frances or not? Should I ask Frances for sure?

As I am wandering, a knock sounds on the door. I open the door and find Frances standing right there with a gloomy face.

What makes him so upset? He really thought that it was me who pushed Whitney?

“I didn’t push her. She did that to me.” I explain.

Frances purses his lips but utters nothing.

“I’m wandering if she has known our affair. She didn’t treat me so badly before, but now her attitude towards me totally changed. She must know something. What should I do?”

He moves into my room with his two long legs, gazing at me for seconds, and says in a deep voice, “Jane, go back to our own country and forget the competition.”