In My Desperate Time

My heart instantly sinks to the bottom.
Hilda always has a way to persuade Frances.
If this continues, sooner or later, Frances will fall into her hands.
And I will never allow it.
"Frances."
I frown at him and question, "You promised to go with me. What should I do if you weren't here?"
"You go first. I'll be there soon. You'll meet at ten o'clock, right? Perhaps you haven't arrived there when Albie finishes the shot.
Be good and wait for me."
As he speaks, he just ignores me and left with Hilda.
What should I do?
Who can understand my helplessness?
Sometimes, I really can't get it. Frances is such a smart guy. Can't he see through Hilda's tricks?
Or is it that he is aware of it but just become a part of it?
The more I think, the more unsettled I am.
"I think you can tell that Frances cares about Hilda, right? It's just that they met each other at the wrong time. If Hilda was a
single lady, Frances might have married her."
The voice of old Mr. Louis sounded.
And it gives me another strike.
I turned over and stated, "Old Mr. Louis, I won't believe you and will never divorce Frances. If Frances likes her, why didn't he
date her since her husband has passed away? He can just use the excuse of taking care of her, right? Then, why did he marry
me?"

Moreover, I can clearly feel Frances’ love.
You can pretend to like a woman. But love can't be fake.
I was blinded by hatred and couldn't see his love. But now, I know very well that he loves me.
It is shown between the lines or just in his gaze.
How could such a man love someone else?
"Do you really think so?" Old Mr. Louis smiles.
He shakes his head at me, "In a sense, they were married. You know, men always want to date two women in the meantime. He
loves you, but that doesn't mean that he doesn't care the other woman. What women want is different from men. You want the
only love, right? Don't be stubborn, little girl. Rather than getting ugly in the future, it's better to bring your marriage a pleasing
end now. "
I have to admit he's a good lobbyist.
But my love to Frances isn't so easy to stagger.
I am a single-minded woman who will never give up until the last step.
Unless Frances tells me that he doesn't love me and wants to divorce me.
Otherwise, even if I will die the next second, I will still stay by his side.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you, Old Mr. Louis. I won't divorce him. Also, I know you hate to see me here, so I'll leave first."
With that, I walk out with Earl.
When we pass by him, I couldn't help but glance at his hand.
Because of his age, his wrinkled skin is dim and dull, but I can still tell that the scald is very serious.
Does he really hate me? And does he really want me to divorce Frances?
If that's the case, why did he risk his life to save me?

I turn around and gaze at him with deep doubts, only to see him sigh imperceptibly.
Meeting my gaze, he panics and quickly turns around.
But his gaze was deeply imprinted in my mind.
Why does he look sorry?