Chapter 759: Chapter 759



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Boyce stopped talking in time, but Theresa, who came in, still heard him. She glanced around the room and saw no one else. She asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“I… Have I spoken?” Boyce pretended to be quiet.

Theresa nodded reassuringly, “You did talk. You said ‘what do you want to eat.’ Are you hungry?”

“No, you must have heard wrong.” Boyce touched his nose and denied. Theresa felt strange. She wasn’t having an auditory hallucination, so Boyce was really talking.

She glanced at Armand on the bed. He was still in a coma.

“Why are you back so soon, have you eaten?” Boyce glanced at the time. It was only ten minutes since he’d left. Obviously, it wasn’t enough time for him to eat.

Actually, Theresa had arrived at the restaurant, but she forgot to get her phone and purse, so she went back to get her things. Elizabeth was still there, and she wasn’t ready to eat. So, he had to go back and persuade her again.

“No.” Theresa picked up her phone and purse from the table and showed them to Boyce. “I got to the restaurant before I realized I didn’t have any money to pay.”

Boyce understood, “Hurry back then. I’ll stay here and keep watch.”

Theresa nodded. She was still puzzled. She glanced at the evil and saw that Armand was still in a coma. She couldn’t understand what had happened. Boyce was speaking clearly now.

gαℓησν𝒆𝓁s․com, your source for inspiration “Boyce, what do you want to eat? I’ll buy you some food, okay?” asked Theresa.

Boyce said, “I really don’t need to eat, I have someone at home.”

Theresa laughed, “I forgot. You’re a person with a family now. I hadn’t seen you before this, so now I’ll give you a belated blessing. Boyce, Happy Wedding!”

Boyce said, “Thank you.”

Theresa asked one last time, “I’ll leave if you really don’t want to eat.” Boyce replied that he really didn’t want to eat. After Theresa left, Boyce took a long breath.

This time, he watched until Theresa had walked far enough, only then did he touch Armand, “She’s gone. Did you suspect anything just now?”

Armand’s eyes widened, “What’s the matter with you, can’t you even fool a woman?”

Boyce was speechless.

How could he blame him?

“Armand, you rascal. Have they thrown your conscience to the dogs? I’m going to tell Mrs. Bernie and Theresa that you’re faking it right now. I’ll leave you here to die and no one will worry about you.”

“Hey, I was just too anxious.” Armand instantly turned cowardly. He was too afraid that Boyce would actually reveal his lies. By then, things would be irreversible.

Boyce hummed and sat back in the chair. You should be careful too,” he said, “If you fool them for too long, as soon as they find out, you’ll be in big trouble. Therefore, you’d better stop doing it when you achieve your goal.”

Armand said, “I know, I’ll take care of it. Can you pour me a glass of water? I’m thirsty.”

Boyce got up and poured him some water. He asked, “Do you want something to eat?”

Armand said, “I’m not hungry.”

Boyce nodded and helped him up. He handed him the water. Armand shook his head, “I can’t move my hands. Please feed me.” Boyce was speechless.

Then he said, “Stop pretending.”

“Really.” Armand didn’t want to move at all, although he could. He felt pain all over his body when he moved.

Boyce held the glass up to his mouth, “I’m going to drown you.”

Armand cocked his head to one side and looked at him, “How can you be so cruel, what good will it do you if I die?”

“I feel calmer,” Boyce said coolly. “Drink quickly and lie down. Otherwise you’ll be seen.”

“I won’t. No one will come at this hour.”

Boyce deliberately let go of his hand. Armand’s back lost its support, so he fell back on the bed. He touched his wounds and made him groan in pain, “Boyce! You rascal! Do you want to torture me to death?”

Boyce put down the glass, “I would.”

“Go away. Hurry up and go.” Armand looked very sore.

Boyce laughed, “Does it really hurt?”

Armand glared at him, “What do you think?”.

Boyce converged his smile, “I’m relieved if you’re in pain.” Armand was speechless.

Who the hell was he?

Was he still his best friend?

Why was he so cruel?

So hard-hearted.

Boyce said slowly and methodically, “You cheated on Theresa and Mrs. Bernie. I must have revenge for them, mustn’t I?” Armand was speechless again.

“Whose side are you on?”

“I’m on the weak side.”

Armand was speechless.

“Am I not the weak one?”

Boyce let out a laugh, “You’re the weak one, are you sure you’re not the creator?”

Armand said nothing.

He had nothing to say.

Boyce stopped talking nonsense with him and told him to rest.

He sat to the side in silence. After a while, his phone rang. It was a call from Jasmine.

She told him she had brought some food for him.

She asked him what room he was in.

Then, Boyce told him the number of the room.

“Who’s coming?” asked Armand.

“Jasmine,” Boyce said.

“Oh, that’s her.” Armand thought Theresa and Elizabeth were back.

Boyce got over his legs and gave him a look, “Who is she?”

Armand blinked and said, “It’s Jasmine, your wife.”

“What else?” Boyce now had a serious face.

Armand realized that he was now displeased.

He cleared his throat and said, “Did I make a mistake, she’s not your wife?”

“Keep pretending.” Boyce said calmly, “Wait and see, I’ll tell Theresa how to address her.”

Armand was speechless.

It was obvious Boyce was threatening him.

Is he still human, Armand thought.

He was already hurt and Boyce was still bullying him.

Next time, when he had the chance to drink and drive again, he would take Boyce in the car and give him a lesson in injuries! Hum!

Just then, the door was gently pushed open and Jasmine walked in with a container of food.

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