JASMINE: AM I A WEREWOLF?
39. THE CURSE?

Until morning, Matthew had not received good news for Jasmine's existence. The person who was asked to trace Jasmine's whereabouts only discovered Jasmine's whereabouts descending from the car and entering the coffee shop after which the cctv was suddenly broken.

"Matthew," call someone at will.

The tall man entered Matthew's house with courtesy already scattered in the streets. Matthew who was sitting on the sofa just quietly did not care about the whereabouts of his guests.

"You want something else?"

"I heard Jasmine's missing, is that right?" Matthew nodded.

Matthew's neck choked as the man clutched his collar tightly and immediately the guards surrounding him raised the revolver he was pointing at the man.

"You're not a becus!"

"Or-orlan.I didn't know it was going to happen" Matthew told the man, Orlando.

"One day I stayed and Jasmine disappeared," he growled and took off the grip.

"When Jasmine was found out right then and there I'll take her away!"

Orlando left without waiting for an answer from Matthew. When Orlando's car came out of the barn, his eyes caught a woman in shabby clothes.

"Jasmine!" he shouted and ran over to Jasmine.

Orlando hugged Jasmine.

"Hey?" call him.

"Why?" tanyanya's worried.

"This why?" he asked again as his eyes caught the handprints on Jasmine's cheek.

"I'm a child of curses?" jasmine Lirih.

Orlando tightened his embrace.

"Who said it?"

Jasmine just silently stared blankly. He remembered the words of the man who kidnapped him.

"We're home, huh?"

Although Jasmine did not reply, Orlando immediately led Jasmine to enter his car. The return home in question is to go home to his apartment is not the residence of Matthew and not his castle, because this is not the time.

Orlando drove his car at high speed not caring about anyone else and barged through the traffic lights that even one more second would show red.

Orlando reached the basement of his apartment and carried Jasmine in bridal style to enter the elevator and head for his room.

Sit Jasmine on the living room sofa and leave her for a while to fetch some water.

"You want a story?"

"You take a break," rejected Jasmine.

Orlando obeyed him and helped Jasmine walk towards his room which the few days that were selling were also used by Jasmine. At least Jasmine's better.

"The book comes off first, change." Orlando gave her the shirt she had taken from the closet enough to cover up to half Jasmine's thigh.

Help Jasmine take off her superior by holding her breath. No, this is not the right time, he said in his heart. Only the boss is removed and for the subordinates let it be.

"You rest, if you need anything call me."

Orlando came out after making sure Jasmine was asleep.

"Whoever he is, will get his reward!"

*****

While in one of the rooms in a hotel close to the nightlife, a woman curled up in a corner of the bed with her body covered by a blanket.

The man there began to blink his eyes and stare around.

"Y!! Fucking none!"

"Dizziness!!!"

With the blurred eyes of the man who had been with None for most of his life captured the existence of the woman. He's Permiro.

"You who?" ask with his hand still holding his head.

Damnit damnit! Blurry!, upset in heart.

Permiro stood up and approached the woman earlier wearing the shorts he got from the floor.

"You who?" ask her again with a hand that tried to raise that face.

The woman tried to dodge and increasingly drowned her head on the blanket that wrapped her body.

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