JASMINE: AM I A WEREWOLF?
33. AN ALTERGO?

Orlando's arrival with Jasmine in his sling made Matthew who was waiting for their arrival stand up and approach.

She was afraid something bad would happen to her only granddaughter.

"What's wrong with her?"

"Just overslept."

Orlando had no intention of stopping and kept walking straight towards Jasmine's room.

"There's no need to change his clothes," Matthew suddenly said in front of Jasmine's room door.

Matthew follows Orlando to make sure that his grandson is safe.

Orlando who had just laid Jasmine's body on the bed stopped.

"Why not?" he looked at Matthew.

"You better get out there and let the maid take her clothes off" Matthew told her.

"I can do it myself" he refused.

Should Orlando tell you that he had replaced Jasmine's shirt at the beginning of their meeting?

"Better the maid who replaced him, there is no need to argue against Orlando. You won't lose it!"

Orlando confirmed the sentence that he was not going to lose Jasmine and it seemed like he was going to approve the old man's order to leave Jasmine in the care of the maid.

Orlando nodded and Matthew, who saw it, asked the maid to replace Jasmine's clothes. Orlando came out and previously gave a threatening look at the incoming maid.

Orlando went to his room and intended to clean himself up. His room was located in front of Jasmine's room, of course all at her request.

"Let me see him" asked Max.

Last afternoon when Orlando endured the pain was caused by Max who was about to appear but was being held back by Orlando.

Right now when Max asked Orlando to refuse, but he also felt sorry for his wolf. His encounter with Jasmine was also over Max's interference.

After thinking that they had finally switched positions, those eyes would flash golden yellow when the wolf ruled over the human body.

Max walked out of his room and into the other room downstairs. Without knocking on the door Max directly entered and shocked someone who was inside.

"Matthew," he called.

That person was Matthew staring at someone who was already standing in front of him with the limit of the table. Matthew stands.

"You?" he said by pointing.

"Yes." Yeah."

"No need to strain, Matthew. You can sit down and we just need to talk casually" Max continued.

Matthew knew where they were going to end up sitting on the sofa in the room.

"Did he know who he really was?" ask Max as soon as they sit down.

"Why are you quiet?"

"You've never tried to explain who he really is?"

Matthew still faithfully closed his lips.

"Matthew?" max Call full warning.

"I haven't told him."

"That's not something that is easily understood by ordinary people, Max," continued Matthew.

"He's not a civilian!"

Max stood up from his seat and walked towards the glass wall featuring the outer courtyard of this house.

"Should I tell him directly?" he asked and now looked at Matthew who was stiffened in his seat.

Matthew stood up from his seat after a short moment of silence.

"Don't be selfish, Max!"

"That might be something special to us but it's not necessarily special to him!"

"Alright, stop this discussion," break up Max.

"What if I take her to where she's supposed to be?"

Not even Matthew answered the sound of knocking on the door loud enough to distract them.

The door is opened by Matthew and features his personal assistant, Jo.

"What's up Jo?"

"Young-mom."

Not yet finished saying Jo, Max has run into Jo's shoulder that blocks his way.

"You guys go!" he said when he got to Jasmine's room.

The maids who were trying to wake Jasmine left Jasmine and Max in the room.

Max tries to wake Jasmine out of the circle of his dreams.

"You dreamt of something?" max asked when Jasmine was already conscious and confused.

"Herah?" Jasmine's answer managed to make Max shocked.

Just be quiet, Jasmine. Meanwhile, without them knowing there was someone behind the balcony of Jasmine's room.

"Want a drink?" bargain Max.

Jasmine simply nodded her head in response.

The two now sit with a jamsine resting his head on Max's chest. Of course with Max authoritarianism.

"Do you know something?"

Jasmine did not reply, but rather looked her head up at Orlando's face from below.

"I'm not Orlando."

"meaning?" jasmine asked, not understanding.

"You're Orlan's altergo?"

"No, I'm Max."

"Max?" Jasmine looked back ahead.

"If you're not Orlan's altergo, then who are you?"

"You'll know soon enough, now sleep again. I'm gonna go."

Max got down from Jasmine's bed and covered Jasmine's body with a thick blanket.

One kiss was placed on Jasmine's lips and rubbed Jasmine's forehead for a while and then left.

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