But I can't wait any longer. The child is wailing. How can I just sit there and watch?
Frances refuses to let go. I become so annoyed as I focus on the child.
In the end, I have to push him hard.
"Go away! I need to feed my baby!"
And suddenly, Frances comes.
The white liquid is sprayed onto my body, face, and hair.
And he is stunned.
"Frances! It's disgusting!"
I shout, put on my messy nightgown hurriedly and run towards my room.
While running, I try my best to wipe away the liquid on my face.
Frances is really disgusting! If I hadn't been in a hurry to feed my baby, I would have beaten him up.
"How can you blame me for this? I've already said I was coming. It was you who pushed me away."
Behind me is Frances’ laughter.
What a bastard!
I can't bear it anymore!
"Shut up!" I shout at Frances angrily.
Suddenly, someone is knocking on the door.
"Jane, why is the child crying? Do you need my help?"
Sabina's sudden voice makes me feel extremely embarrassed.
Since she can hear the child cry, did she hear Frances and I make love just now?
After all, the sound of me panting was not low.
"No need. He's just hungry. I can handle it." I hurriedly say.
If Sabina comes in and sees me like this, I will be too embarrassed to face her for the rest of my life.
"Alright. Then I'll go back to sleep." Hearing Sabina leaving, I let out a sigh of relief.
Frances also comes over, picks up the child and coaxes him in his arms.
He wraps a bath towel around his waist, and the soft light shines on him. The scene looks very
beautiful.
This is the first time I've seen Frances hug this child. He seems to be quite fatherly.
To my surprise, the moment the child is hugged by Frances, he suddenly stops crying.
I stare blankly at this. Frances turns to face me and says, "You can watch me later. It's time to bottle-
feed the baby."
"Who wants to watch you? How narcissistic you are!"
I blush and go to the bathroom to wash my hands and face carefully to prepare the milk for the baby.
The child stops crying immediately after drinking the milk. He blinks his big eyes at us as he drinks.
Before he can finish the milk, the little fellow falls asleep again.
I smile and sigh. I carry him back into the crib and carefully cover him with blankets.
Frances hugs my waist from behind, which startles me. And my legs can't help but become limp.
Can it be that he wants to do it again?
"What do you want to do?" I ask in panic.
Frances directly picks me up and put me on my bed.
He also lies down and puts my head on his shoulder. He says exhaustedly, "Sleep."
I'm very resistant to sleeping with him, but his hands are tightly hugging my waist, which makes it
impossible for me to get up.
Moreover, I'm extremely tired. So, in the end, I can only give up struggling and close my eyes in his
arms.
The child is extremely obedient during the night, and he has never made any noise. And I unexpectedly
sleep well too.
When I wake up, Frances has already gone to work.
There's a text message from him on my phone.
"I have gone to work. I didn't wake you up as you were sleeping soundly. You can come over after a
good rest."
The message is in a gentle tone, as if it were sent to his wife.
My heart leaps fiercely, and I hurriedly close the message box.
If this continues, I'm afraid that I'll fall into Frances’ tenderness again.
But his gentleness is destined to be a trap.
Now that I can leave the child to Sabina, I go to work after breakfast.
There is a pharmacy downstairs. I go in to buy birth control pills and go to the company.
Frances is busy working. When I enter, he just raises his head and glances at me.
I sit in my seat and move to a corner where Frances cannot see me. I open the medicine box, take the
water bottle and is about to take the pills.
"Throw it away," Frances suddenly says in a deep voice.
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