Chapter 268 He Must Love Me

In fact, I just want to frighten him, so I called to police to frighten him away. But I didn’t expect that he
would wait here for the policemen.

But I won’t explain for him to the policemen, or I’ll become the one who plays the policemen around. I
should leave the judgment to the policemen of what kind of person he is.

And finally this night passes without a hitch. But I know that the peace will not last long.

The work at the bar reverses my life routine, working at night and sleeping at daytime. I’m still sleeping
at noon.

But there comes a hurry and sharp knock at the door.

I wake up with a startle and have no desire to sleep at all.

Only Steven knows where I live. If anyone else, Frances followed me to the building in which I live last
night, so it would not be hard for him to find out the floor I live on.

My first thought is that it should be Frances. But the house I rent has no peephole in the door, so for the
sake of security I ask, “Who is it?”

“It’s me, Whitney.”

Whitney?

How does she know my place? Is it Frances that told her? And what does she come here for?

I’m shocked and not sure whether to open the door or not.

“Please open the door. I want to talk to you.”



She says in a low voice.

And now I realize that she sounds hoarse. She cried?

As a woman, I feel sympathetic towards her.

She should bring no hostility now that I have lost contact with Frances.

So I open the door after thinking a while.

When I open the door, she suddenly kneels down on her knees in front of me, which gives me a fright.

The proud and arrogant Whitney at this moment becomes so humble to me? Apparently, it’s because
of Frances again. Frances is the only reason to make her as lowly as the dust.

“What are you doing? Get up!”

I reach out and try to raise her up, but she stubbornly kneeling there, not even moving a bit.

She got pregnant a bit later than I did. So she should have given birth to her baby not long ago. How
can she hurt herself like this while she is still recovering?

“Please, don’t let Frances divorce me. I can’t lose him. I can do anything for him. As long as he doesn’t
divorce me, I’ll agree with everything. I won’t mind even if he wants to continue that relationship with
you. But please tell Frances not to divorce me.”

She tugs at my trousers and plead with me in tears.

I have a great sympathy for her but I also feel she is very pathetic.



Even though she has been driven into a corner, what is the use of her asking me for help if Frances
insists to divorce her?

“Mrs. Louis, you are asking the wrong person. I have nothing to do with Frances since I ended our
relationship long time ago. So I really can’t help you.”

However, she shakes her head vigorously and insists, “Yes, you can help me. And only you can help
me. He only listens to you. I can’t lose him, absolutely not!”

In fear that she would go crazy and be out of control, I get her up with an immense effort and take her
in, pouring her a glass of water.

“Can you tell me why Frances want to divorce you? Is it because he found out that your child is
actually……”

I don’t finish it but doubtlessly she knows what I mean.

She shakes her head, and says, “No. He has wanted a divorce since the day when we got married. But
I know he loves me. Perhaps he just hates the arranged marriage by his family so he insists to get a
divorce. I’m sure he must love me. Even not for me, just for the sake of our child, he won’t divorce
me.”


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