Can’t Win Me Back novel (Alyssa and Jasper) novel Chapter 1627

"Mr. Julien, the Lovelaces' private physician is already on his way. Please hang in there…"

"Our family isn't short of doctors."

Julien had his back against the two bodyguards. His voice was firm and cold. "I'm a doctor myself. No one knows my physical condition better than I do. Get out, both of you."

The two bodyguards felt helpless. They exited politely.

The moment the door shut, Julien crumbled to the floor. He vomited blood that he had been holding in forcefully. A pool of fresh blood stained the velvety carpet on the floor.

"It hurts… It hurts so bad…"

He curled himself into a ball as he rolled around the floor in pain. Beads of sweat mixed in with his tears, streaming down his cheeks continuously.

In the midst of the assault, Julien's rage acted as a shield, rendering him almost numb to the physical pain. It was as though he had detached from his own body, insulated from the agony that should have consumed him.

But now, left to grapple with his injuries in solitude, the full extent of the pain crashed over him like a relentless tide. It surged through his muscles, gnawed at his joints, and seared through his flesh, engulfing his entire being in a wave of torment.

"The pain is killing me…"

He gritted his teeth as tears continued flowing down his face. He looked extremely pitiful.

"Jonah… I miss you… I miss you so much…"

Was he crying because he had just been beaten up? Or was he crying because he missed Jonah?

But what Julien didn't know was that Jonah was right by the back door to the Lovelace residence. He was standing firmly in the cold wind. Tears started to well up in his eyes without him even realizing.

At the end of the day, he couldn't hold back. He took out his phone and dialed Julien's number.

All he heard was the automated message saying that the receiver's phone was turned off. Jonah's chest tightened.

However, he thought it was for the best. There would only be bad consequences if he were to persist over something that would never come to fruition.

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