In My Desperate Time

Chapter 279 You're Making Your Revenge

I don't know why Frances married me, he never ask me why I suddenly change my mind.

As if we mutually understand that it's a secret, everyone chooses not to talk about it.

It’s pretty good too, I can even save my time to make up lies.

On the second day, I give Frances the button.

He seems awkward after seeing the button.

After a light cough, he speaks to me, “Help me sew it, please.”

While saying that, he gives me yesterday's suit.

“Me?” I point at myself and shake my head, “It's better for you to sew it yourself.”

My needlework is really bad.

I usually have two options when my clothes need to be sewn. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Either I go to the tailor shop and find someone to sew it, or I just stop wearing it.

Now Frances is telling me to sew his clothes, isn't that troubling me?

Moreover, sewing clothes for him... No matter how I think about it, such scene is too sweet and strange.

“You think a grown up man like me can do such things?” he laughs and looks at me in helplessness.

“So you think that all women must do such things? You're a male chauvinism.” I curl my lips and roll my eyes at him.

“Hey, it's still so early and you two are already flirting. Please consider my feelings as an old man.”

Old Mr. Louis passes through Frances' room.

He can't help teasing when seeing us.

Flirting?

Maybe old Mr. Louis really has blurred vision.

There's not even any feelings between me and Frances, what does he mean by flirting!

“Grandpa, You say, the second day after I'm married... My wife already refused to sew my clothes on the second day of our married life. Aren't I so pitiful?”

Frances looks at Old Mr. Louis and he really looks quite pitiful.

What a drama queen!

I have never known that Frances can be so shameless.

“I won't meddle with your matter.” Old Mr. Louis waves his hands and goes downstairs.

I really don't want to keep debating with Frances about it.

I just snatch the clothes he's holding and says, “I'll sew it, but don't you regret it!”

I say that while looking for a needle and thread... I just sew it regardless of anything.

While at it, the needle even pricks me.

I'm scolding Frances in my heart.

In the end, there's a really ugly knot on the button.

When I hand the clothes to Frances, he looks quite glum.

“So this is the clothes you sew?”

“What else would it be?” I shrug my shoulders and look at him provocatively.

“Are you making your revenge on me?” he narrows his eyes.

Even if he keeps smiling, there's already a dangerous air around them.

Revenge?

My revenge has yet to start.

If making my revenge on him is so easy... Why should I risk myself?

I laugh bitterly and say, “I have warned you not to regret it, I can only sew it like that. If you're not pleased with it, you can find someone else to sew it.”

“Are you sure you won't be jealous if someone else does it?” Frances suddenly gets close to me and whispers beside my ears.

His warm breath makes my ear and legs feel weak.

What is he thinking about?

Why would I be jealous when I just told him to find a tailor to sew it!

I feel upset. It seems that as long as Frances confronts me head-on, I am always at a disadvantage.

I can't let this keep on going!

I must find a way to reach my goal as soon as possible.

Frances, I'm going to make my revenge and I won't let Whitney go either!

I take a few steps back, making more distance between us.

Then, I speak with a low voice, “You promised me to get the child's custody back, when will you realize it?”