Boyce walked over, and asked softly, “Why did you come here?”
Jasmine said, “I came to see Armand, and I brought some food. You haven’t eaten, right?”
Boyce nodded, “I think I will just eat later after I go back.”
“I brought yours.” Jasmine walked in.
Armand clicked his tongue, “Little sister-in-law, did you come to see the wounded me, or your Boyce? If
you guys want to display affection, then go home. Don’t do it in front of me; don’t you guys have some
conscience?”
Before, Armand used the alias little sister-in-law to call Dolores Flores, and now it’s being used on
Jasmine.
Jasmine was younger than Theresa.
She was also younger than him.
Yet, he still called her like that.
‘Ay…’
Armand was suffering from the inside.
Jasmine blushed, and lowered her head to put the food container on the table, “I came to see the
wounded, so of course the wounded has his portion.”
Armand laughed, “What delicious food did you bring?”
Jasmine glanced at him; he looked energetic, but his face didn’t seem good, “Boyce said that you are
fine, and it seems that you are really okay.”
“Of course I am. I have magical protection; no one can hurt me.” Armand looked into the food
container.
Boyce silently stretched his hand and poked his wound. He could not tolerate how he was feeling
tough, and even magical protection? Why not said that he had supernatural power?
‘Ah——’
Armand painfully groaned, “Damn you, Boyce!”
Boyce laughed, “Don’t you have magical protection? You can feel the pain?”
Armand was silent.
Jasmine couldn’t help but laugh; they were so much fun.
“I’m too lazy to heed about you.” Armand extended his head out and saw that Jasmine had brought
food, suddenly, his appetite came; the aroma smelled delicious.
“Little sister-in-law, what’s that fragrant soup?”
Being called little sister-in-law, Jasmine felt unnatural, and lowered her head, “Cow bone soup.”
“Give me a bowl of it,” Armand said.
Jasmine said, “This is all for you.”
Armand laughed, “Luckily, little sister-in-law has some conscience; unlike others that don’t have.”
“Who are you talking about?” Jasmine asked.
Armand quickly withdrew his words, “I mean Matthew Nelson; he doesn’t even come to see me.”
‘They are a couple; After saying bad things about her husband in front of her, can the soup still be
drunk?’
Jasmine poured the soup, and asked him, “Can you get up?”
Armand tried to sit up. At this moment, Theresa pushed Elizabeth back. Armand immediately lay back
and closed his eyes as well.
Jasmine was stupefied, ‘What’s going on?’
“You have come.” Theresa saw Jasmine and greeted her.
“Yeah, I brought some food to visit…”
“She was afraid that I might be hungry, so she brought food for me.” Boyce held up Jasmine’s hand
intimately.
Jasmine raised her head and looked at him, seemingly understood what he meant.
‘Is Armand pretending to be unconscious now?’
She blinked her eyes, and answered in cooperation, “He didn’t eat much at noon. I’m afraid that he’ll be
hungry, so I brought some food and incidentally come to see Armand.”
Elizabeth didn’t pay much attention to Jasmine in light of Armand’s matters. If it was during the usual
days, she would definitely talk a lot with her; at this moment, she only asked Boyce who she was.
They had now gotten their marriage certificate, and it’s legitimate, so there’s nothing to hide about. He
honestly said that Jasmine was his wife.
Elizabeth looked Jasmine up and down, and said, “She is very young and beautiful. Boyce, you have to
be good to her, and don’t be like Armand doing stupid things.”
Boyce said, “I know.”
Lying on the bed, Armand got pain in his heart, ‘Don’t tell to other people of the old foolish things I had
done, or how could I face others?’
“Boyce, don’t let the soup get cold,” Theresa advised.
Jasmine said, “Have you guys eaten? I brought a lot; you guys can also have some.”
Theresa said, “No need, we had just eaten.” Ordering some food, she and Elizabeth didn’t eat a lot, as
they didn’t have much appetite.
Boyce sat by the side of the bed, and said, “I will drink the soup.”
Well, 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 on
it, and it was all the fragrance of the bone marrow.
There weren’t many seasonings on it, but the soup was very fresh and creamy.
Boyce knew that Armand had an appetite, so intentionally teased him. He held the soup above his
nose and even said that the soup was so fragrant.
Armand was quiet.
Jasmine stood by the side; she knew that Armand was pretending to be unconscious. Seeing Boyce’s
actions, she held her laughter. She patted his shoulder to not tease Armand anymore as he looked
pitiful.
Boyce said in seriousness, “Ever since he has been unconscious, he has not eaten anything. I let him
smell the fragrant aroma, and maybe the smell can wake him up.”
Armand was still quiet.
He was screaming in his heart, ‘Damn you!’
Theresa looked at Armand’s lying position and had some suspicions.
He was not lying like this when she came in before, and his hand wasn’t put outside.
‘Could it be that Boyce moved him?’
“Boyce, when you go back later, bring Mrs. Bernie with you as well. There isn’t a place to rest here at
night.” Theresa said.
Boyce said, “Okay.”
Elizabeth was unwilling, “I’ll not going; I have to watch him.” She grabbed Armand’s hand and touched
his wounds. Armand was in pain, but he had to pretend to be unconscious.
It was too difficult for him.
That kind of pain couldn’t be said out.
It was not that he couldn’t say it; it’s that he shouldn’t say it.
Jasmine stood by the side; she knew that Armand was pretending to be unconscious. Seeing Boyce’s
actions, she held her laughter. She patted his shoulder to not tease Armand anymore as he looked
pitiful.
Boyce said in seriousness, “Ever since he has been unconscious, he has not eaten anything. | let him
smell the fragrant aroma, and maybe the smell can wake him up.”
Armand was still quiet.
He was screaming in his heart, ‘Damn you!’
Theresa looked at Armand’s lying position and had some suspicions.
He was not lying like this when she came in before, and his hand wasn't put outside.
‘Could it be that Boyce moved him?’
“Boyce, when you go back later, bring Mrs. Bernie with you as well. There isn’t a place to rest here at
night.” Theresa said.
Boyce said, “Okay.”
Elizabeth was unwilling, “I'll not going; | have to watch him.” She grabbed Armand’s hand and touched
his wounds. Armand was in pain, but he had to pretend to be unconscious.
It was too difficult for him.
That kind of pain couldn't be said out.
It was not that he couldn't say it; it’s that he shouldn't say it.
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