He loves me?
I wonder if I have an illusion. Otherwise, how can I hear Frances say so?
"What are you saying?"
My voice is trembling.
God knows how nervous I am right now, as if I have been waiting for this moment all my life.
"I love you. Jane, I love you."
Frances stares at my eyes and repeats with the utmost seriousness.
I'm quite obsessed with his voice, which is deep and melodious.
My tears flow down in a flash.
I think this is probably the most touching sweet talk in this world.
In an instant, light seems to shine my dark world.
I never expect that Frances will tell me that he loves me....
I never believed that Frances, whom I deeply love, is obsessed with me.
I don't care what he says is true or false. At least in his eyes, I see affection.
Since he says so, it is worthy for me to pounce on him again without any hesitation.
Even if I'll bring destruction on myself, I don't care now.
Frances lowers his head and kisses me affectionately.
I hear my heart beating hard and I'm even more nervous than I was with my first love.
I hug him tightly, at a loss what to do. I only instinctively hug him more tightly.
Frances kisses me passionately for a long time. I'm so joyful that my mind just goes blank. It is filled
with his affectionate and moving whispers of love.
"Jane, I love you."
Everyone who passes by stops. I used to be very shy and afraid of being noticed.
But at this moment, I want the whole world to know my happiness.
After a long time, Frances lets go of me.
I go red as a beetroot. I dodge Frances' gaze, and I don't dare to look at him.
This is the feeling of being loved.
"Why do you blush?"
Frances laughs softly, his voice ringing above my head.
My face turns even redder.
"It's none of your business," I whisper.
As soon as I finish, I realize that my tone is flirtatious.
'Damn it. Why did I say so? Frances will definitely make fun of me.'
"I'll take care of you for the rest of your life." Frances replies in a low voice and hugs me tightly in his
arms.
"Are you going to ... leave now?"
He doesn't ask me if I will divorce him. He probably is reluctant to mention it.
Only then do I realize how much I have hurt him since I always ask him to divorce me.
"I'm not." I shake my head and embrace him more tightly.
Previously, I wanted to leave because I felt that it would be painful to be with him. But now, Frances
loves me. There is no need to leave.
Why can't I risk my life for love?
Since we have decided to be together, I think we must clear up some misunderstandings.
"Frances, I didn't push your mother downstairs on purpose. I saw that she wanted to hurt my mother,
so I instinctively pulled her. To my surprise, things would come to this. I have never expected that my
careless mistake will cause her to lose her legs and her left hand."
"I know, I know. I believe you won't do such a thing. Sometimes, I think it's good that my Mom becomes
like this. At least, she will spend more time at home. So she won't do anything crazy to hurts others and
herself," Frances sighs in a low voice, which carries a hint of regret.
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