In My Desperate Time

Chapter 291: Is Your Marriage Fake

She thinks I want to stay with Frances.

But if it weren’t for revenge, I wouldn't look twice at him.

However, I can't tell her but suffer in silence. I could only bite my lips and stubbornly say to Sabina. "Sorry, Frances and I are married now. I can't just pick up and leave as you wish. Even if you hate me, you can only put up with this."

Sabina's face changes because of my words.

She raises her hand and is about to slap me across the face.

“Mom!”

“What are you doing?" Frances suddenly appears at the door. This stops Sabina. Finally, she drops her arm.

Sabina turns to Frances calmly with a smile, "Jane's hair is a little messy, I am about to help her with her hair."

As she speaks, she gently tidies up my hair.

To be honest, her actions kind of give me goose bumps.

Just now, in front of Frances, she already showed that she hates me so much. Doesn't it feel too hypocritical to do so now?

Frances chuckles and walks over to my side. "Mom, if you're here to express your dissatisfaction, you can leave now. Your fans all over the world are still waiting for your tour!" he says.

"I have rounded off the tour and want to have a good rest. I don't want to go back to the Louis' house. There are too many memories there. So, I'll stay here with you."

Sabina says as she strides inside.

"Do you think this is a hotel? You are here. Grandpa is here. So is Silvia. Maybe the entire Louis family can move in here."

Frances' face is dark with reluctance.

"About this..." Sabina stops and turns to Frances with a graceful smile, "I can go home and discuss it with them."

Even though Frances is reluctant, Sabina still stays here.

And this is the beginning of my nightmare.

I usually go out to work with Frances during the day, so I shouldn't have had any contact with Sabina.

Unfortunately, I am sick today.

With a high fever of 102 degrees Fahrenheit, Frances can't bear to ask me to go to work and let me take medicine and stay at home to rest. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

I am lying in bed, so dizzy and weak.

In a muddled sort of way, I hear someone knocking on the door of the next room.

Frances isn't here, why does she knock on the door?

After a while, she knocks on mine.

"Come in."

I answer casually.

The door is pushed open, and Sabina's contemptuous voice sounds at the door.

"What? Why do you sleep in separate rooms since you're married? Is your marriage fake?"

Perhaps Sabina has such thoughts because she sees so many dramas like this in wealthy families.

I struggle to get out of bed and look at her, "Fake marriage? Do we have a reason to get a fake marriage?"

"Then tell me a reason why you get married. You won't tell me that you love each other, will you? You won't believe it even if you say it yourself, right?" Sabina sneers.

Her words undoubtedly stab into my heart.

Of course, our marriage has nothing to do with love, of course. To put it bluntly, it is just an exchange. However, I still don't know what he needs.

"Sorry, it's my freedom to sleep where I like." I say to Sabina with a faint smile.