Chapter 754: Chapter 754



Jasmine muttered a vague reply under her breath.

Then they entered the room under an ambiguous and inexplicable atmosphere.

The two sat down next to the bed. Boyce’s back was strangely straight and his palms on his lap were slowly clenched into fists.

Jasmine’s eyes were droopy and her eyelashes occasionally quivered. Her hand clutched at the robe uneasily, and suddenly her hand was grasped by someone. She had felt it warm, and it was callused inside, “Sit here.”

Jasmine stood up and Boyce slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her to sit on his lap.

He looked down at her and asked in a husky voice, “Are you ready?”

Jasmine looked down at the floor and a lock of hair fell across Boyce’s face. His boiling blood seemed to rise a notch as he reached up and lightly took hold of her bathrobe rein. With a slight tug, the robe came undone.

Jasmine’s body tensed inadvertently, and she suddenly grabbed his hand only to see that he was looking at her. They were crossing their gazes.

As their eyes met, Boyce thought she was afraid, so he ventured, “I guess you’re not ready yet…”

Before he could finish the sentence, his lips were interrupted by Jasmine’s kiss.

The two finally broke that imaginary veil that separated them.

With Jasmine’s initiation, everything began smoothly.

Boyce pushed him onto the bed, and Jasmine suddenly felt naked from the front. She realized that her bathrobe was unbuttoned.

Instinctively she wanted to block her front, but Boyce grabbed her hand to stop her, and his gaze slowly settled on her.

Her face was burning and her heart was beating uncontrollably.

Jasmine’s body was developing quite well, and although she was not the voluptuous type, she still had all the assets a woman should have. Her skin was fair, and her figure was curvaceous.

She bit her lips, “Do I have to buy any medicine?”

Boyce’s eyes were deep and dark, and his voice was strained, “What do you want that for?”

Moreover, was there a need to buy medicine?

“I mean… birth control pills.” Jasmine still wanted to complete her studies first. She didn’t want to have a baby so soon.

“Eating that stuff isn’t good for your health, is it?” Boyce was a little frustrated.

How could he forget about something so important?

He wanted to get up, but Jasmine slipped her arms around his neck and said, “I think it’s okay to eat that later.”

He remembered that there was a type of medication that could prevent pregnancy for up to 72 hours after intercourse.

Boyce lifted up his shirt and said, “I’m going to buy…a condom. It’s not good for your health to take that kind of pill.” Jasmine nodded.

Boyce changed his clothes before leaving and Jasmine covered herself with the blanket. Her whole body was buried inside the cloth, and only her head peeked out. Her face flushed slightly. Somehow, she liked this feeling.

This feeling of being cared for and loved by another person.

She felt lucky. Although her upbringing wasn’t all fairytale, she was able to get to know Boyce. He was mature and understanding, he knew how to care for another person.

She wished she could graduate soon so she could have a child for him.

I wanted to see him be a father.

Suddenly, this expectation was all I could think about.

Suddenly, a phone started ringing on the table. She glanced at the source of the ringing and saw that it belonged to Boyce. He didn’t bring his phone with him when he went out.

She picked it up and saw that Armand’s name appeared on the caller ID.

After some thought, he decided to answer the call.

“Hello.”

“I’m from the traffic police, do you know a man named Armand?”

Jasmine sat up and answered, “I know him. What’s up?”

Why had the traffic police called?

Jasmine’s back was now as straight as a ruler.

“He was driving drunk a while ago and had an accident. He’s in surgery now. If you are his family, please come now.” Jasmine was totally shocked….

Drunk driving? Surgical therapy?

“How is he now?”

She threw back the blanket and began to pick up her clothes.

“At the moment we don’t know. Come over as soon as you can.”

“Okay, okay. What hospital are you at now?”

The caller said the address before hanging up.

Jasmine suddenly realized that none of her clothes were there. She hurriedly put on Boyce’s shirt and, fortunately for her, it looked like a dress that covered her thighs.

At that moment, Boyce returned and saw that Jasmine was tying her hair in the bathroom. Hanging from her hand was a black plastic bag, “Why are you up?”

“You’re finally back. Bad news, Armand was in a car accident and is now in a hospital in the surgery bed. I haven’t heard about his condition yet.” replied Jasmine nervously.

Boyce asked for the address of the hospital and Jasmine told him what she had heard.

“You can go to bed first. I’ll go take a look around.” Boyce put down what he had bought and immediately turned to leave.

“Let me come with you.” Jasmine couldn’t be quiet.

Boyce looked at her and saw that she was wearing her clothes. Although the fabric barely reached her thigh, he still thought the clothes were too revealing.

“You stay home for now. I’ll call you if anything comes up.”

He grabbed the car key and prepared to leave for real, but a thought struck him halfway through as he pulled out a card and handed it to her, “You can buy whatever you want, like those clothes.”

Jasmine shook her head, “I don’t want it, I have my own…”.

Boyce grabbed her hand and shoved the card into her palms before turning to leave.

Jasmine was pinned in place as he said to her back, “Be careful driving.”

Boyce replied, “Got it. Lock the door tight and go to sleep.” Jasmine nodded.

Boyce drove to the hospital to get a firsthand look at the situation.

Everyone was drunk for the night, and he had called a driver, but Armand did not do the same. He had driven his car on his own, and according to the description of the traffic police, although the other party was also responsible, Armand was driving drunk, which was a serious offense that deserved serious punishment.

He had to take a lot of responsibility, and his driving license was to be withdrawn.

Not only Armand was injured, but also the other driver.

In addition, he was being rescued in a surgical bed as well.

However, those details didn’t matter to Boyce. He just wanted to know what had become of Armand.

“We don’t know yet.” Said the traffic cop. There was a lot of blood at the scene.

Just then, the door to the operating room suddenly opened and out of it stepped a doctor dressed in a blue surgical suit.

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