"I'm fine. Really, Jane, you don't have to worry about me. I'm just a little tired and want to sleep."
He smiles at me with exhaustion and gently strokes my hair.
Frances has always liked to touch my hair.
His doting and gentle action always makes me involuntarily tempted.
All the worries turn into smoke.
I nod, hold his hand, and watch him close his eyes.
However, I know it's not just that he's tired.
He is pretending to be asleep to make me less worried.
He has always been like this. He only cares about me, but he never wants me to know how
uncomfortable he is.
Frances gives me all the love; let my life from now on perfect.
Naturally, I will repay him with better love.
Frances is staying in the VIP ward. The bed is very big so that I can lie down and hug him tightly.
In this way, he may feel better.
Frances' body is very cold. Although he tries his best to endure it, I can still feel his body trembling
uncontrollably.
I couldn't help but hug him a little tighter.
After a long time, his body finally becomes warmer.
It isn't until I hear his steady breathing that I finally feel relaxed and I hug him and fall asleep.
When I wake up, Frances is already awake.
He tilts his head and stares at me with a gentle gaze.
I hurriedly get up and anxiously ask him, "Frances, are you alright?"
"I'm sorry to have worried you."
Hugging me tightly, he kisses me hard on the lips.
After a long time, he finally let me go. He stares at me and says seriously, "But Jane, nothing could be
compared to drug addiction. I don't know how long it will take me to get rid of this drug addiction, but
please believe me. For you, for the sake of the children, I will definitely quit it. From now on, if I become
addicted again, tie me up and lock me up in a small room alone."
"Are you kidding? How can I lock you up by yourself? What if something happens?"
"Jane, I'm not discussing this with you. I'm telling you my decision. Either you send me to rehab or do
as I want."
Sure enough, Frances doesn't give me a chance to choose.
I cannot bear whether I send him to rehab or tie him up and lock him up.
But in comparison, I would rather choose the latter.
At the very least, in this way, he may suffer less.
How could such a noble and proud person like him go to such a place? If someone finds out that the
president of the Louis Group has entered the drug rehabilitation center, wouldn't there be a huge
uproar?
No matter what, I cannot let this happen.
Therefore, I can only compromise.
After coming out of the hospital, Frances and I go home.
In the first two days, his condition is quite good.
However, on the third day, his addiction starts again.
Even though I couldn't bear it, I could only tie him to a chair and lock him in an empty room.
Standing at the door, I feel my heart hurt.
Suddenly, I hear something crashing into the wall from inside the door.
Could it be that Frances is harming himself?
I couldn't help but turn the door handle. Just as I am about to enter, I hear Frances' suppressed voice.
"Jane, don't come in. Please!"
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