Chapter 763: Chapter 763



Jasmine meant that he was lying. You’re a man, why are you nervous?

However, then she saw the bulging veins on his neck.

He had bathed, but he was still sweating.

Boyce touched his cheek. “I’m afraid to scare you.”

Jasmine gave him a look. He was wary. It was obvious he was in the mood, but he still held back from doing it. Her heart melted and she took the initiative to hug him. “I’m not afraid of you at all.”

She leaned close to his ear and said softly, “I’m already yours…”.

When they were ready and the mood was right, they gasped as they were about to become true husband and wife.

Jasmine looked at what was underneath her, suddenly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom.

Boyce took one look at the blood on the bed and couldn’t react for a long time.

After a while, she slowly calmed down. Although the agitation in his body did not go away, his mind was much clearer.

After a while, Jasmine came out dressed. She lowered her head and gripped the hem with both hands. “Sorry, my period doesn’t usually come this time of year. I don’t know why it’s early this month…”

Boyce sat down next to the bed, fixed his bathrobe and said, “It’s okay. It’s not your fault.”

Seeing Boyce upset, she felt very guilty. He walked over and said, “I’m going to clean the bed.”

Boyce said, “No, you sit down and I’ll do it.”

Although Boyce was unwilling, he couldn’t help himself. He couldn’t have sex with her when she was on her period, could he?

Jasmine stepped aside, glanced down and secretly blamed her period for coming at such a bad time.

The mood today was excellent, but it was being destroyed by this untimely event.

He bit his lip and snatched the blade from Boyce’s hand. “You’re all thumbs. I’ll do it.”

He lifted the bloody sheets from the bed deftly, tossed them into the laundry basket, and put clean sheets and comforters on.

He put the sheets in the washer to wash and let Boyce sleep.

Then she went to the living room and refolded the clothes.

He sat on the couch and folded the clothes neatly one by one. His mind wandered as he looked at the pile of clothes on the table.

Boyce sat down on the couch, hugged her and said, “You don’t have to worry about that, we still have plenty of time.”

Jasmine looked down, still secretly blaming herself.

She felt sorry for herself.

It was better not to start, at first it had all gone so well….

Boyce pinched her cheek. “Well, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed.”

Jasmine turned to give him a look. “Can you still go to sleep?”

Boyce coughed softly. “I just drank a bottle of ice water. I’m sleepy now.”

Jasmine pouted. “But I can’t sleep.”

Boyce scratched his nose. “Still can’t forgive yourself?”

Jasmine nodded vigorously. “I just can’t forgive myself. My period was so on time before, otherwise, every now and then, it’s late. But this time it’s early, fate is playing with me.”

Boyce lifted her up. “All right, don’t think about it anymore, let’s go to sleep.”

He put her on the bed and hugged her, “It’s late.”

Jasmine rolled over, snuggled into his arms and closed her eyes. She could calm herself in his arms. Even though she still couldn’t get over what happened today, she was much calmer.

Jasmine only slept very late. Boyce fell asleep earlier. He woke up first in the morning. When he woke up, Jasmine was sleeping soundly. He didn’t wake her, but gently got up.

He hung up the washed sheets last night. Being single for so long, he can do many things well, except cooking.

He went to buy breakfast and came back. He stopped by the grocery store and went inside to buy a bag of brown sugar.

When he returned, Jasmine was still sleeping with no sign of waking up. Boyce put the breakfast on the table, brown sugar too. He made a pot of water and poured it into a thermos. Jasmine still showed no signs of waking up after he had finished everything.

He got dressed and went out with the car key.

He was busy at the station today. He could only deal with the Miss’s business after he got off work.

Since Officer Miller resigned, the affairs of the police station were temporarily handled by Boyce. There was a lot of work handed over by Officer Miller. Now he had to take care of it all until the superior assigned someone to fill the position.

At the hospital…

To facilitate Armand’s care, instead of asking for another bed, Theresa sat in the chair next to the bed to rest.

Because she had been up many times during the night to check on Armand, she didn’t wake up until after eight o’clock. She awoke when the doctor came into the room and she heard the sound of the door opening.

Theresa went to the bathroom to wipe her face. The doctor checked Armand’s injury and said he still has to stay in bed for a while. He won’t be able to get out of bed and walk for a week.

Theresa came out and asked, “When will he be able to wake up?”.

The doctor coughed a little, looked at the man lying in bed and said, “I can’t be sure. You should talk to him more, maybe you can help him regain consciousness.”

Actually, the doctor meant that he should talk to him more to see if he could allow him to regain consciousness and stop torturing those who love him. Theresa said she understood.

“Take good care of him. You can look for me at the nurse’s desk whenever something happens,” the doctor said.

Theresa nodded and dismissed the doctor. She went back into the room, sat down in a chair and gave him a quiet look.

He gently opened his mouth to her. Unsure if it was because she had just woken up or because she was sad, her voice was husky. “Armand, I’m not going to make things more complicated for you, when are you going to wake up?

Grandma is too old to put up with this. Please wake up.”

Armand didn’t want Theresa to be sad, but it would look awkward if he woke up suddenly. He can only keep pretending to be unconscious, he couldn’t derail his plan all at once.

He must take this opportunity to resolve the matter thoroughly.

They must know that life is very fragile. If you don’t take care of him, he may pass out for real one day.

In the face of life and death, how insignificant would his previous conflicts be?

Armand showed no sign of waking up. Theresa felt inevitably disappointed. She rubbed her face to cheer herself up and set about getting water to clean Armand’s face and hands.

Just then, the phone on the table rang. She picked it up and displayed Oscar’s number.

He pressed the answer button and held the phone to his ear. “Hello, Oscar.”

Oscar said, “Nothing important, I just want to ask how Armand’s situation is now.”

Theresa glanced at him. “He’s still in a coma, I don’t know when he’ll be able to wake up.”

“I don’t suppose he hasn’t rested or eaten well?” Oscar said with concern. “I hear you much weaker. Don’t worry too much about Armand until you fall ill. You can’t mistreat yourself because of men at any time, do you hear me?”

Theresa walked over to the window, took a look outside and said, “I understand.”

“Tell me the address of the hospital and I’ll order a meal for you,” Oscar said.

Theresa smiled, “You must be kidding, Oscar. You’re in C-Town…”

“As long as I’m on earth, I can order food for you just by calling on the phone. It’s not as complicated as you think.”

Theresa smiled. “When can you be a little more serious?”

Armand secretly opened his eyes, turned and saw Theresa standing in front of the window. Although he couldn’t see her face, he could sense that her conversation with Oscar was very casual, and her mood had lifted a lot.

“I’ve always been serious, it’s you who thinks I’m not serious, just because I like to wear brightly colored clothes. But brightly colored clothes make me look young.”

“…”

Why does brightly colored clothing make one look young?

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