Let's Get Married novel Chapter 806

Just then, the door of the factory is pushed open from the outside, and the cold moonlight shines in. However, shortly after, it is blocked by the closed iron door again.

"You're awake?"

It is also a man, but he is quite tall, about 1.8 meters or more. He has a sturdy figure, thick shoulders, clean short hair, and a brown face.

Compared to the other two men, he is obviously more confident and he walks more ridiculously. Jasmine quickly makes a judgment that this man should be their leader.

Jim walks over to her with a roasted chicken and two bottles of wheat-fermented beverage.

One is looking down, while the other is looking up, and their eyes meet. Without saying a word, Jim raises his hand and slaps her cheek fiercely.

Jasmine snorts in pain.

She has been slapped before, but this hurts the most in her twenty years of life.

Only one makes her dizzy, and she can taste blood. Perhaps the inside of her mouth is cut. This is not the worst. The most unfortunate thing is that the man's pinky fingernail sweeps the corner of her eye and scratches her eyeball, and she can't see clearly with her left eye.

She shakes her head to make it better, but it is only in vain.

The man spits and waves the roasted chicken in his hand in front of her. "I left to buy some food. Who told you to wake up?"

Although Jasmine is gaged and can't talk, she finds him ridiculous.

Can she decide if and when she would wake up?

If it is really possible, she hopes she wouldn't until Pehry finds her. This way, she would at least not have to worry.

However, the quick slap and the unreasonable tone teach Jasmine that this gang is just following orders and they don't have compassion. So, she can't expect them to let her go.

There's no need to think about begging for mercy. It is better to figure out a way to escape.

Jim pulls its head, neck, and chest off the roasted chicken and gives it to the other two men, while he eats the drumsticks, wings, and other delicious parts.

He stands eating in front of Jasmine. His mouth is covered with oil, and the meet scraps fall on his clothes and the ground. It is disgusting to watch.

Halfway through his meal, he opens one bottle of the wheat-fermented drinks and gulps it down, burping. "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to drink this. I would just drink wine!"

After all, she just arrives, and he is ordered to keep an eye on her. Nothing can go wrong.

Jim can't stop drinking every time the feast begins. So, to prevent that from happening, he doesn't buy wine. If something really goes wrong, he won't get paid

Jasmine watches as he finishes the chicken in large mouthfuls. He notices her gaze and thinks she wants a bite too. So, he takes out the dirty rag from her mouth and smiles, "Do you want this?"

Jasmine looks at the stuff between his teeth and feels sick in her stomach, retching.