In My Desperate Time

When I open my eyes, I find myself in bed.
Frances is sleeping soundly beside me. The sunlight gently shines on his face, and his long eyelashes look exceptionally
attractive in the halo.
This handsome and exquisite man belongs to me.
A smirk touches my mouth as I reach to stroke his handsome face.
He suddenly opens his eyes.
I am shocked, quickly pull my hand back in embarrassment and pretend to be casual, "Get up. We still have things to do."
After getting myself clean up, I make a call to Steven.
"What do you want from me?"
Steven's tone is laced with indifference.
If it isn't for what Violet said, I might have thought that he had already got me over.
How hard is it for him to be this calm in front of me?
"I have something to talk to you. Can we meet?" I whisper.
After a moment's silence, Steven replies, "Okay."
I ask him out in order to buy time for Violet.
After the call, Frances has dressed himself.
However, he looks gloomy and seems to be in a bad mood.
"What's wrong? Not in a good mood?"
"My wife is going to meet another man. How could I be in a good mood?" He replies plaintively, fixing his eyes on me.
"You look like a poor housewife whose husband has an affair."

It's true.
I feel amused to see him like this.
"I'll cancel the plan if you say it again."
He says with a sullen face.
He is indeed bummed.
Frances is a jealous and narrow-minded man. I have known this for a long time.
However, seeing him jealous over me, I just chuckle to myself.
He gets jealous because he likes me. And he likes me because he cares me.
Anyway, we now go downstairs.
I am glad and in a good mood.
But he is gloomy and depressed.
Hilda is providing a haircut for old Mr. Louis downstairs.
I don't expect her to be a barber.
Compared with her, who has so much to offer, I seem to have lost in the first place.
I can't help but tighten my grip on Frances’ hand.
Feeling my uneasiness, Frances also tightens his grip. He turns around and shows me a smile, signaling me to relax.
After finishing the haircut, Hilda walks over and says softly.
"Frances, can you go to the hospital with me today? Albie needs to get a shot. You know, he won't cry only with you holding him
when he get the injection."
Albie likes Frances. I can tell it as well.

Frances has been by his side since his childhood. Perhaps Albie has taken him as his father.
I don't like the sound of this. I feel it as Hilda's scheme.
With this excuse, she has more chance to get close to Frances.
I turn to Hilda and say in a deep voice, "No. He has agreed to be with me today. Anyway, wife has priority."
Hilda purses her lips and brings Albie over from the babysitter, "Frances, Albie needs you. It won't take long to get a shot. Could
you please accompany him? Terence has passed away. The only person we can rely on is you."
I panic as she mentions Terence.
Frances looks like a cold man, but in he is actually very emotional. Besides, Terence had saved him.
Sure enough, Frances frowns and then nods at Hilda.
"Alright."