In My Desperate Time

The sudden sound frightens me.
I turn around and see Frances leaning against the door.
Damn it!
He sleeps so well just now, doesn't he? Why does he suddenly wake up?
He holds a photo.
I face the back of the photo and can't see what's on it at all.
However, seeing that Frances looks self-assured, he must hold the photo he sees earlier.
Damn, he hides it up. No wonder I can't find it.
Being caught on the spot, I am so embarrassed.
However, I straighten up and say brazenly, "No, I can't fall sleep at night, so I find a book to read."
"You can't fall sleep? It seems that I haven't done my best so you still have the strength to move."
The man puts on a mischievous smile and throws me a careful look.
I'm so ashamed that I don't even have the courage to look up.
He hasn't done his best?! God knows how weak my legs are now! If it weren't for my strong curiosity, I would have been lying in
bed.
"No, you're very great. You've done your best. I just want to swim in the ocean of knowledge, so I get up to read."
I go on babbling.
Regardless of whether Frances believes it or not, he has no proof that I am looking for this photo.
Frances smiles, raises the photo to take a look and says regretfully, "I thought you wanted to see this photo. Since you're not
interested in it, there's no point in keeping it."
What does he mean?

Before I figure it out, Frances tears the photo to shreds quickly.
"Hey, you..."
I look at him sadly. I want to reach out but only grit my teeth and withdraw my hand.
Frances throws the sheds into the trash can and strides towards me.
"I don't think I've done my best. Don't worry. I'll definitely tire you out so much this time that you don't even have the strength to
get out of bed."
Frances carries me and gently places me on the bed.
Oh my goodness, I am really weak now!
Just as he is about to press himself up against me, I hurriedly say, "No, no, no, I'm really tired. That's it. Good night."
As I speak, I keep my body tensed up, with my eyes closed.
I have no other choice. I'm nervous, since Frances is not likely to let me off so easily.
Frances’ sneer comes above my head.
Then he lies down and gently hugs me in his arms.
I am so tired that I fall asleep in his arms soon.
When I wake up the next morning, Frances has gone downstairs!
Trash can!
If the photo is not shattered very badly, I can spend some time recovering it.
I get out of bed and run to the trash can.
At first glance, it is empty.
The garbage bag has gone.

Damn it, have Frances thrown away all the rubbish?
He doesn't leave me any way out!
I have been depressed since I don't see the photo.
I don't give Frances a good look when we are having food.
He talks to me several times, but I ignore him.
Of course, Sabina is happy to see we are in conflict. Moreover, she doesn't conceal her happiness in the slightest.
"If you can't get along with each other, get a divorce as soon as possible, so that I don't have to see someone
annoying."