In My Desperate Time

Chapter 155 Whitney, Don’t Be a Bitch

Whitney sees us.

She walks towards us.

But the way she looks at me is filled with precaution.

Though right now Frances and I are not having any intimate interaction, we are both here, she definitely suspects our relationship.

What should I do?

Watching Whitney come close, I can’t think of any reasonable excuses.

I just went through the whole plagiarism scandal, if our relationship is disclosed, I’ll be ruined, probably.

Frances is standing there with no emotions on his face. I just can’t figure out what is he thinking.

Maybe he will just do nothing and let Whitney deal with me. As his sex partner, of course I’m insignificant compared to his wife.

“What are you two doing together?”

Whitney stares at me, full of hostility.

“How do you find this place?” Frances frowns his eyebrows, trying to skip the question. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“You think you can hide this place from me? If I want, I can find any place in the world. I have moved my stuff here. I’ll live with you from now on. You wanna separate with me for two years? Nice try. Tell me why is Jane here living with you?! Are you cheating on me?!”

She is shooting questions at me, and I don’t even know how to answer.

I stand there, at a loss, waiting for Whitney to sentence me.

I have thought about a million possibilities of how we will get caught, and I have come up with a million solutions. But when this really happens, I become a pussy.

I’m the other woman, the freaking mistress. Whatever she does to me, I deserve that.

Whitney is mad at me for being quiet, so she walks over and pushes me hard.

“I’m talking to you! Say something!!!”

Her emotion is out of control. Maybe it’s her mental disease.

What can I say?

If Frances says nothing about our unethical relationship, how can I?

“Whitney, don’t be a bitch.”

The calm response from Frances only makes her more emotional.

“I’m a bitch?! You are always messing around, and I’m the one who’s making a scene? Have you ever thought about my feelings? I am your wife. I knew she was trying to seduce you last time we went out. I was right about her!”

Whitney is hurt. She looks at Frances with tears running down her face.

At this moment, I feel like I am a bitch. Even though what I did was not voluntary, I still hurt her.

To this world, I’m a sinner.

“Mrs. Louis, I’m sor…”

I’m about to apologize when Steven’s voice comes from behind.

“Jane, why don’t you guys wait for me?”

What’s going on?

Why is Steven here?

What should I say in response?

Steven comes over and puts his arms around me tightly, “You’re so fast. I was there parking the car. I’ll handle the cooperation stuff, you don’t have to worry about me, honey.”

His words are so intimate that it makes us look like a couple madly in love.

Whitney’s face suddenly changes.

She looks at us awkwardly and says, “Well, Ms. Noyes, I don’t know you’re with Mr. Song and come here for business. I’m really sorry, I thought you and Frances …”

“We were what?” Frances sneers. Indifferent is how he looks at Whitney.

I guess he is upset.

Nice psychological quality. He’s the guilty one, but he insists it’s Whitney’s fault.

For me, stay quiet is the best choice.

“Frances, it’s just I care too much about you.” Whitney grabs his arm, showing her puppy eyes.