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?’
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