Noticing my dress is torn apart and slipping, I quickly grab it and squat to cover my private parts.
Whitney is still stepping on the hem of my dress and refuses to let go.
If this continues, sooner or later she will tear my dress off me.
I am standing right in front of the air conditioner, and the cold breeze blows on my back. I get
goosebumps all over me.
"Whitney, what exactly are you trying to do?" I frown at her and whisper.
Whitney sneers and ignores the strange gaze of others. She grits her teeth and says to me, "What?
Are you afraid? Have you ever thought about how I felt when I was in your place? Jane, I want payback
for all I have suffered! And your child will be your regret for the rest of your lives!"
She shows her hatred for me outright and steps harder on my dress.
However, why did she mention my child for no reason?
I feel my clothes falling down out of control.
He watch as the tear grows and boobs are about to be exposed.
No! No!
At this critical moment, I feel a burst of warmth on my back.
Turning around, I see Frances behind me, and he takes off his coat to wrap it around me.
He coldly glances to the side and says in a deep voice, "Are you still waiting to watch the show?"
That makes the huge crowd scatter quickly.
Whitney looks towards Frances, her old surging love for him long gone.
Any woman would give up treated by her beloved man like that.
"Frances, I just want to know if you can protect her for the rest of your life. I want to see how long you
can keep it up!"
After saying that coldly, Whitney leaves.
Frances frowns and takes me to say goodbye to Steven before leaving the wedding.
I wait at the entrance of the hotel for Frances to drive the car over. Steven comes out of the hotel and
walks towards me.
Being alone with him is still a little embarrassing, but I speak first.
"Why did you come out?"
Shouldn't he be entertaining the guests inside?
"I have something to discuss with you." He smiles gently, but I can't read the seriousness in it.
He takes out a cigarette and waves it in front of me. "Do you mind?" he whispers.
I shake my head but feel a bit uncomfortable.
I remember Steven didn't smoke.
Since when did you get into the habit of smoking?
"I heard your child was not dead?" Steven slowly says, faint smoke circling around his head.
I turn around and look at him doubtfully.
"How did you know?"
I've never told anyone about this.
"When Frances makes such a noise looking for him, everyone in Virginia knows," he explains.
Then, he looks at me with a deep gaze.
"Jane, no matter what, I'm glad your child is still alive. Otherwise, I might live a life of guilt. No matter
where the child is, I think it will be the greatest redemption for me."
He finally looks relaxed.
I know he is happy for me.
Although I don't know where my child is, I have no doubt that I will find him.
Sooner or later, the three of us will be reunited.
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