Let's Get Married

Chapter 750: Cure Him

Jasmine does not rest. After leaving the hospital, she goes to the restaurant nearby to buy porridge and dumplings with vegetable filling. She is afraid that he may think meat greasy and will be particular about it.

Walking towards the station, she passes a pharmacy and pauses. She thinks for a few seconds and buys anti-cold medicine and anti-alcoholic drugs. She can tell that Pehry is sick from the phone call. Although Karl may stay with him, it is better to buy some in case.

She doesn't have much money and even has spent a lot on Cyrus’ illness, but Pehry treats her well and she won't be stingy to him.

She goes to the villa by bus. Standing on the foot of the mountain, Jasmine sighs as she watches the villa on the hillside.

The shortcoming of the rich zone is probably that it isn't open to traffic. She has no choice but walk up.

Twenty minutes later, she arrives at the villa, panting heavily. Previously, when she was taking care of Pehry, he had told her the password for her convenience. Now that no one responds to the doorbell, she directly enters the password and walks in.

Walking from the European-style gate to the main door of the villa, she pushes the door open and enters. It is dark, only the induction light of the foyer on. There is no one in the living room.

Where is he?

Jasmine frowns and changes her shoes. She turns on the headlights of the living room and treads towards the master bedroom on the second floor lightly.

Similarly, the door of the bedroom is also closed. Uneasy, she quickly walks over and knocks twice, "Pehry, are you here?"All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

There is a hush.

No one answers her.

Everything is so abnormal that she feels quite uneasy.

Jasmine has no time to waste and just pulls the door open. The light in the corridor roughly lights up the room, making her see the man sitting on the bedside carpet.

He bends his back slightly and leans against the bed. One of his long legs stretches while the other curls with his arm resting on it. Beer cans scatters all over him.

He rarely drinks beer. Jasmine remembers that he thinks beer tasteless, but he has drunk so much today.

There is a pervading sense of menace around him. His hair is messy, and his clothes are loose. If Jasmine doesn't know him well, she will not dare to take a step closer.

The atmosphere in this room was ... too terrifying.

Jasmine doesn't hesitate and walks over. She does not turn on the light rashly, worrying that it would upset this fragile and sensitive man. She squats in front of him with her eyes looking bright in the light from outside, "Pehry, what's wrong with you?"

She has a hunch that something must have happened to him, and it must be a really depressing one.

Pehry looks at the pretty woman and hears the familiar voice. Her soft and gentle voice becomes the only medicine that can soothe him tonight.

"You're here...." he uses all his might to spit out the words. But he is still so hoarse that it makes people feel sorry. He smoked a lot, and his throat is dry and painful.

Jasmine looks at his face which is roughly hidden in the darkness. His beautiful eyes which used to be vibrant now dim. The pride aura of him seems to have been stripped away, leaving the wounds drenched in blood.

He is like a wild beast, licking his own wounds in the endless darkness.

Jasmine suddenly feels a dull pain. It's the first time in her life that she has experienced such pain. It's different from the feeling of seeing Cyrus lying on the sickbed weakly. Instead, it is a pain that surpasses the blood relationship but also reaches to her heart.

"Why do you drink so much?" She places the white dining boxes aside and gestures with her slender fingers, "I brought you porridge and dumplings. Do you want some to eat?"

Worrying that they may get cold, she hurries to remind him.

Only then does Pehry notice the plastic bags in her hand. On the transparent white lid of the lunchbox, there is still water vapor—food inside is still hot.

The other bag beside it has two boxes of medicine in it. There's no need to guess who the medicine she buys for.

After seeing the old man today, Pehry holds back his rage. He secludes himself and doesn't want to hear any sounds or see anything. However, it just makes his miserable memory even more lively and fresh.

He has a time that is painful to look back on, and every scene that emerges in her mind will hurt him.

However, she has appeared. She walks to him and looks at him with sincere concern and worry. Her eyes are so clear that there is not a trace of impurities in them.

Pehry can't tell what his feeling is. He's even thinking that he himself is not qualified to love her, since he is so awful.

Seeing him silent, Jasmine doesn't know what to do to comfort him.

In a hurry, she seizes his palm. She tightens her fingers, letting him feel the strength. "Pehry, say something. You can tell me if you... "

Before she can finish her words, the palm in her hand suddenly rolls over. In an instant, her wrist is grabbed, and she is pulled into his embrace.

Pehry quickly grabs onto her shoulder, preventing her from hitting him. In the next second, his hand slides from her shoulder to her neck. With this action, Jasmine immediately understands his intention.

Sure enough, in the darkness, his lips press down on hers. Unlike his cold hand, his lips are hot, with the heat that almost melts her.

He kisses her hard, as if he wants to take all her breath away. Her lower lip hurts a little. Even so, Jasmine still does not push him away.

She can feel his loneliness and even fear. It is more than a kiss. It's the last straw that a drowning person grabs.

She cannot refuse, nor does she bear to refuse.

Jasmine does not know how long he has kissed her, but it is so long that her lower lip is almost numb before he finally lets her go. Just as she is about to speak, she is suddenly carried in his arms.

She puts her arm around his neck tightly and then she is placed on the bed.

With her back against the soft bed, she fixes her gaze on the man above her. She is somewhat nervous, "Pehry..."

But Pehry does not make a sound. In an almost devout manner, he kisses her eyes, her chin, her neck, then her collarbones ... and the place which makes her heart flutter.