In My Desperate Time

Chapter 538: I Hate That I Love Him

It hurts.

With my hand red and swollen, I gasp in pain.

The plane clearly didn't shake just now, so...

The stewardess panics and keeps apologizing to me, "Sorry, I'm so sorry. I didn't do it on purpose. It was because of the lady behind me who accidentally touched my hand that I slipped."

Hilda touches the stewardess?

Was that really an accident?

"It doesn't matter." I force a smile and say to the stewardess through the pain.

It's obviously not her fault. If I blame her, it'll definitely get her in trouble.

The stewardess looks at me gratefully and apologizes to me again before continuing to serve other passengers.

I turn to look at Hilda, who looks quite uninterested.

I can pretend to be ignorant of her identity, but that doesn't mean I can endure her harm to me at will again and again.

Now, without Frances around me, I have to learn how to protect myself.

"Hilda, don't go too far," I say to her coldly.

"What? Don't go too far? I don't know what you're talking about."

Hilda looks at me as if she knows nothing.

Then she turns to look at Frances and says softly, "Darling, I didn't touch the stewardess, but why did your ex-wife pin that on me?"

Hearing how she calls me, I feel a great deal of heartache.

At the thought of what happened between Frances and me that day, my mind wanders.

Frances’ eyes range over me and he says coldly, "I know. You don't have to argue with someone unimportant."

Someone unimportant?

Indeed.

He was just consumed with lust that day, without having any feelings for me.

Fortunately, I am clearly aware of this.

The back of my hand is burning, but my heart hurts much more.

I hate myself.

I hate that I love Frances.

I hate that I can't forget him no matter what he does.

I also hate that he only loves Hilda no matter how much I love him. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

I feel like I'm about to be a whiny and tragic woman because of him.

Hilda smirks at me and says softly, "You also heard it. Frances didn't see me touch that stewardess. Even if you don't want us to be with each other, you'd better not do something childish like this again."

"It's true that I hate to see you together, but I'll never do such a ridiculous thing. You know it very well and I don't need to say anything else."

I look coldly at Hilda, wishing to expose her true face and have Frances know how hypocritical she is.

But I know now is not the time.

I have no other choice but to endure.

It will take more than ten hours to fly to the United States. I am exhausted, but I don't dare to sleep at all.

With such a dangerous person as Hilda sitting beside me, I have to be under caution all the time.

In the midway, Hilda goes to the bathroom.

Frances suddenly looks at me.

I don't know what that gaze means, but I just feel uncomfortable all over.

He looks at me and whispers a sentence.

"Since you're easily hurt, can't you stay away from her?"

Is he talking about Hilda?

Can I regard it as his concern for me?

But he's obviously on Hilda's side. Doesn't he find it ridiculous to pretend to care about me?

Or he thinks that this can make him noble?

"Frances, stop playing nice."