Chapter 824: Chapter 824



His eyes roamed over her and he said, “You stay in the house and don’t come out. I’ve put breakfast on the table, go eat. I’ll dry the clothes.”

Jasmine tugged at the hem of his shirt and asked, “Why won’t you look at me, are you angry?”

But why? Why was he so weird?

He said, “Go and eat quickly. I’m not angry.”

She pursed her lips and said, “Then why are you wrapping a blanket around me?”.

“You’re not wearing anything…it’s not good to be on the balcony.” He coughed slightly to hide his embarrassment at having been too direct. “Who said I’m not wearing anything, I’m not wearing your clothes? The window sill is so high, even if someone looks this way, they’ll only be able to see the top of my body…”

“It’s not right too.” He said in a deep voice, “Go eat, otherwise the food will get cold.”

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the balcony to dry his clothes.

Jasmine looked at him, “Are you afraid of others seeing my body?”.

He said nothing and took the clothes rack to dry the clothes.

She wrapped the blanket around her body and stood up, then walked to the window sill, leaned against the wall and looked at him with a smile, “I ask you, why don’t you answer me, are you afraid that my body will be seen by others?”.

He turned his head toward, “You are my wife.” By definition, only he himself could see her.

How could she cover herself with only a blouse? Besides, she was all naked inside.

She said, “I know.”

She stepped closer, wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled radiantly, “I like the way you look touched.”

Boyce was speechless.

He wasn’t being touchy, it just…. It seemed to be true.

“Why don’t you speak up? You’re obviously touchy, aren’t you?” she smiled more brightly and her eyes curved with a light that shone like the stars.

She jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist using the strength of her arms. Boyce feared she would fall, so he held her around the waist. She curved her lips, “But I like it, I like the way you care for me with the tactile pattern.” He was speechless.

Well, he was touchy.

“Are you busy today? I came to see you, do you have time to join me?” he wrapped his neck tightly around her neck. The two of them were in an ambiguous position.

He lifted her chin and kissed her lips, “Very busy.”

The subtext was that he didn’t have time, otherwise he wouldn’t have left work so late last night. He had come in to help the police department with an important case. It was now at a critical time and no accidents were allowed.

He still had a lot of things to solve today.

She understood and felt a little annoyed, but she could understand.

“I know, I won’t bother you. I’ll wait for you at home,” she said thoughtfully.

Boyce felt guilty since she had come looking for him. However, he didn’t have time to accompany her and tour this strange city with her, “Jasmine, I’m sorry.”

“This is your job, I understand.” She leaned over him, “You know, I admire your profession.”

He pulled her into the room and asked, “You only admire my profession, don’t you admire me?”.

She shook her head, “No, I don’t admire you.”

He put her on the bed and said, “Be honest, I’m going to dry the laundry.”

She grabbed his neck and pulled him close, “I don’t admire you, I just love you.”

After saying that, she let go, walked over to the table and opened the breakfast Boyce had bought a moment ago. He was overjoyed as he looked at her with warmth in his eyes and said, “I can take a few days off after I get things done and join you then.”

Jasmine ate porridge at the table and said, “Let’s talk about it later.” It was normal for him to be this busy with his work. She had no idea if she would have time, since she would also be doing her internship after her work here ended.

It was still too early to talk about it.

Before she could eat after she had finished drying clothes, she got a call and left in a hurry. Although she felt somewhat annoyed, she didn’t bother to stress him out, but stayed home alone.

At noon, he returned to buy her some clothes and food, but left again without a word.

She understood that she could go out if she had clothes. However, she realized that she had no money and could not buy anything.

After taking a walk outside, she returned home, cleaned the place where Boyce lived, and stayed home watching TV alone.

In B-town, Armand Bernie did not take the initiative to contact Theresa Gordon after she left. In the end, every time he wanted to contact her, he held back.

He found a fifty-year-old maid at home who was quiet and did not like to talk, but who worked hard. This point satisfied Armand.

Since Theresa had left, Armand spent all his time at work and came home late at night every day.

When he returned to get the document he had forgotten and left at home, Armand’s grandmother threw at him, “Armand, talk to me.”

He replied, “I have to work.”

“These days you go out early and come home late. It’s bad for your health.” She was worried about him.

He said nothing.

“You’ve only been back for a few days. Where’s Theresa?” she asked cautiously.

Armand’s expression seemed indifferent, “As you wish, we’re getting a divorce. Are you happy now?”

“I just want you to have a child, I didn’t intend for the two of you to divorce. I know you like Theresa, I…”

“Things have come to such a pass, don’t say anything. I’m very busy, I’ll leave first. If you have anything, call Bertha.”

He walked out with the document in his hand after saying that.

“Armand…” she turned to take a look at the closed door. She felt lonely because there was no one she could talk to in such a big house. Besides, she couldn’t go out with her poor legs either.

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