Chapter 760: Chapter 760



Boyce approached and asked in a low voice, “Why did you come here?”.

Jasmine said, “I came to see Armand, and I brought some food. You haven’t eaten, have you?”.

Boyce nodded, “I think I’ll eat later, when I get back.”

“I brought yours.” Jasmine walked in.

Armand clicked his tongue, “Sis-in-law, have you come to see me hurt or your Boyce? If you want to show affection, then go home. Don’t do it in front of me; don’t you have any conscience?”.

Earlier, Armand used the alias cuñadita to call Dolores Flores, and now he does it with Jasmine.

Jasmine was younger than Theresa.

She was also younger than him.

However, he still called her that.

Alas…

Armand was suffering inside.

Jasmine blushed, and lowered her head to put the container of food on the table, “I’ve come to see the wounded, so of course the wounded have their ration.”

Armand laughed, “What delicious food have you brought?”.

Jasmine looked at him; he seemed energetic, but his face didn’t look right, “Boyce said you were fine, and it looks like you really are.”

“Of course I am. I have magical protection; no one can hurt me.” Armand glanced at the food container.

Boyce reached out silently and picked at his wound. Couldn’t he tolerate how hard he felt, and even the magical protection? Why not say he had supernatural power?

Ah–

Armand groaned painfully, “Damn you, Boyce!”

Boyce laughed, “Don’t you have magical protection, can you feel the pain?” Armand was silent.

Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh; they were so funny.

“I’m too lazy to take any notice of you.” Armand stretched his head out and saw that Jasmine had brought food, suddenly, his appetite was whetted; the aroma smelled delicious.

“Sis-in-law, what is that fragrant soup?”

Being called little sister-in-law, Jasmine felt unnatural and lowered her head, “Cow bone soup.”

“Give me a bowl,” Armand said.

Jasmine said, “This is all for you.”

Armand laughed, “Luckily, the little sister-in-law has some conscience, unlike others who don’t.”

“Who are you talking about?” asked Jasmine.

Armand quickly retracted his words, “I’m talking about Matthew Nelson; who doesn’t even come to see me.

They’re a couple; after saying bad things about her husband in front of her, can she still have soup?

Jasmine poured the soup and asked him, “Can you stand up?”.

Armand tried to sit up. At that moment, Theresa pushed Isabel back.

Armand immediately leaned back and closed his eyes as well.

Jasmine was dumbfounded, “What’s happening?”

“You came.” Theresa saw Jasmine and greeted her.

“Yes, I brought some food to visit…”

“I was afraid you were hungry, so you brought food for me.” Boyce lifted Jasmine’s hand intimately.

Jasmine lifted her head and gave him a look, seeming to understand what he meant.

Now Armand was pretending to be unconscious?

She blinked and replied in cooperation, “He hasn’t eaten much at noon. I’m afraid he’s hungry, so I brought some food and came to see Armand while I was at it.”

Elizabeth did not pay much attention to Jasmine in view of Armand’s business. If it were during the usual days, she would certainly talk to her a lot; at the moment, she just asked Boyce who he was.

They had already gotten their marriage certificate, and it’s legitimate, so there’s nothing to hide. He said sincerely that Jasmine was his wife.

Elizabeth looked Jasmine up and down and said, “She’s very young and beautiful. Boyce, you have to be good to her and not be like Armand doing foolish things.”

Boyce said, “I know.”

Lying on the bed, Armand’s heart ached, “Don’t tell the others about the foolish things I’ve done, or how could I ever face the others?”

“Boyce, don’t let the soup get cold,” Theresa advised him.

Jasmine said, “Have you eaten? I brought plenty; you can eat, too.”

Theresa said, “No need, we just ate.” Ordering some food, she and Elizabeth didn’t eat much, as they didn’t have much of an appetite.

Boyce sat on the side of the bed and said, “I’ll have the soup.”

He couldn’t let Theresa suspect that this soup was for Armand.

Jasmine Burke had spent three hours slowly cooking the soup. The soup was milky white, without oil, and had all the fragrance of bone marrow.

It didn’t have much seasoning, but the soup was very fresh and creamy.

Boyce knew Armand had an appetite, so he teased him intentionally. He held the soup up to his nose and went so far as to say that the soup was very aromatic.

Armand was silent.

Jasmine stood by; she knew Armand was pretending to be unconscious. Seeing Boyce’s actions, she held back her laughter. She patted him on the shoulder to stop him from making fun of Armand, who looked pitiful.

Boyce said earnestly, “Since he’s been unconscious, he hasn’t eaten anything. I’ve let him smell the fragrant aroma, and maybe the smell can wake him up.”

Armand was still silent.

He was screaming in his heart, “Damn you!”.

Theresa glanced at Armand’s lying position and had some suspicions.

He wasn’t lying like that when she came in earlier, and his hand wasn’t laying outside.

Could it be that Boyce had moved it?

“Boyce, when you come back later, bring Mrs. Bernie too. There’s no place to rest here at night.” Theresa said.

Boyce said, “Okay.”

Elizabeth was unwilling, “I won’t go; I have to keep an eye on him.”

She took Armand’s hand and touched his wounds. Armand was in pain, but he had to pretend he was unconscious.

It was too difficult for him.

That kind of pain could not be expressed.

It wasn’t that he couldn’t say it; it was that he wasn’t supposed to say it.

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