In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 123

Oh, no!

Is it another round of storm?

Frances Louis can’t go on the ship now, that’s so dangerous!

I don’t give much thought and shout at the place he jumped off, "Frances Louis, come back! It’s too dangerous! Frances Louis!"

No response comes from the sea. I am so worried, afraid that something would happen to him.

"Jane Noyes."

Steven Song tugs at my clothes and whispers my name.

"Don’t pull me." I say impatiently, and continue to call Frances Louis’s name.

I can’t be reassured as long as he doesn’t answer me.

"Fran…"

"Frances!" Whitney’s anxious shouts come from beside and I freeze.

What did I do?

I called Frances Louis’s name in front of Whitney so worriedly. What was I doing? What if she found out?

I finally realize why Steven Song pulled me just now.

Fortunately, Whitney doesn’t notice me because she is so worried about Frances Louis.

"Frances, Frances, come back! The storm is coming! Come back!"

I dare not call his name again, but stare in the sea anxiously.

A faint sound of crashing waves comes from the distance.

"I am fine."

Suddenly, Frances Louis’s voice comes and I am relieved.

I look down and he has already come out from the sea.

"Thank god you are fine. You really scared me!"

Even though he is wet, Whitney rushes over and hugs him, her body couldn't stop shaking.

"I hear someone was calling my name."

Frances Louis says lightly and looks at me.

"You can’t hold out like this. I don’t know when can we leave here. We have to find something to eat before the storm."

Steven Song says and stands up. My body, which leaned on his shoulder, involuntarily falls towards Frances Louis.

"I need a helper, but we can't have two women here. How about Frances Louis staying and watching Jane Noyes, and Miss Jordan will go with me to get something to eat."

No one objects Steven Song's proposal. Whitney follows him, leaving me leaning on Frances Louis's shoulder. I want to get up but I was too weak to do so.

I may have a fever. The alternately hot and cold feeling makes me sick. The state of being half asleep lasts for a long time.

"Frances Louis."

I call his name in a daze.

"Yes." The man answers lazily.

"I feel so cold." I say feebly, but my hand gripping his shirt.

People are especially vulnerable when they are sick. And they always want to grip something when they are vulnerable.

I don’t know what Frances Louis means to me, but just at this moment, I don’t want to let him go.

Frances Louis says nothing. The next second, his warm chests hug me tightly.