The Devil JOVE's
88. Begins to Move

Eugghhhhhh

There was a slow cry from the bed where Casandra was lying. With a very weak condition, he tried to open his eyes. Yet difficult. His head seemed to be overlapping a large stone that made him again moan when the pain came.

Chequelek

The door of the room opened slowly coinciding with Casandra starting to gain her consciousness. The woman then got up and leaned over to the head of the bed.

"Who was that?" tweet slowly.

Not wanting to interfere, Jove decided to go to the study. He then asked Franklin to install a cctv in order to remotely monitor Casandra's condition. And once he knew that his jaguar was conscious, as fast as lightning Jove immediately came to this room to check his condition.

“K-you ... want to let alone you? Are you still not satisfied after making me like this?” casandra asked in a small voice as she saw Jove just standing still staring at her from the side of the bed. His body that was still limp made him not move much, so it could only slightly incline away. Yes, Casandra's scared. The alarm of the danger sign immediately lit up as soon as he remembered Jove's rude attitude this morning.

“Sorry,” ….

Silent.

“I did it by accident. Really,” continued Jove consciously expressed his apology. Very rarely did he do anything, even to his mother.

Casandra froze at once to hear Jove apologizing. Honestly, this is too surprising. A bastard seemed to have suddenly become well-behaved after making him faint and in pain. Is it true that the man who just spoke up is Jove? Casandra couldn't possibly have mistakenly recognized the person ‘kan?

“Cassey, there's a compelling reason why I lost control of you this morning. And it is not at all based on intentions from the heart. Everything just happens. Really!” jove said trying to explain the accident he did. He spoke while clenching his hands, knowing that his jaguar was harboring a sense of trauma.

“I don't care. You're an animal, Jove. You treat me like an item you can wear at will. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like you touching me without my permission. That's an insult to my pride, Jove. You know it's ‘kan?” amuk Casandra with breath gasping. He then wiped away the tears that suddenly dripped out. It hurt so bad that this guy apologized after what happened. “Dad and my mother left me to you not to hurt you, but to take care of. But what have you done? You almost made me die. What's my fault, huh? What mistake have I made that I should deserve all this humiliation. What, Jove? What?!”?

Seeing the hysterical Casandra makes Jove can't stand it. Immediately she hugged Casandra then took her to lie back down. Jove was silent as this woman's hand continued to hit her chest and grab her hair. Let it. This way who knows Casandra's disappointment can be slightly reduced. Because he's the one at fault for making it this way.

“Hiksss, you're evil. I hate you so much, Jove. Really hate you so much,” Casandra said after exhaustion raged. He then slid his face into the chest of the bastard who just remained silent not to repay his actions. “Why should I be unlucky like this. Very unfortunate,” ….

“I am someone who since childhood has lived a miserable fate of having to endure one rare disease that only you can treat. Before I knew you, I used to sleep with women almost every night. I love the sound of d*sahan coming out of your mouth, and also really like the relief I got after the release. But Casandra, there are times when I feel so miserable, even like I'm going to die every time the pain comes. My body would turn stiff like wood, and it felt like it was being skinned alive. And this morning, the pain came up again. I can't control the pain, and all I can think about is how to get relief. You're my medicine, Casandra. That's why I forced to do it!”

Jove finally admits her biggest weakness in front of Casandra. Not to find sympathetic, but this is the real fact. While continuing to kiss the top of the jaguar's head, Jove continues the story of the reason why he needs it most.

“Women are the toughest weakness of my life, and you are as the pivot point. The blood flowing through your body has managed to give me immense hope. It's not in the context of me just wanting to use you. Honestly, I also don't understand why we should be found this way. I need a drop of your blood in order to remove the poison that has been deposited since I was born into this world, and you need my power to protect yourself. God seems to have outlined the complicated path of meeting so you have to go through this kind of pain. But believe me, only in front of you do I say an apology. You are precious to me, Casandra!”

“Cassey, I'm not asking you to trust me. Other than my family, you're the only outsider who knows about my weak point. And the reaction you saw this morning was still much better than the pain I used to feel!” jove said as she realized the woman's distrust of her confession. He then kissed the top of his head, pervading how much he wanted this woman to soon be worthy of standing by his side as Lady Lorenzo. “I know you still hate what I did so much, I'm sorry. But honestly, not quite as I have the intention to make you like this. Everything purely comes from my helplessness as a patient!”

“What's your purpose in telling me all this, Jove? Do you intend to seek sympathy from the woman you have hurt?” casandra asked, feeling a bit strange as Jove blatantly referred to herself as a sickly man. A little bit of him started to believe that the story was not a lie.

“Not the sympathizer I'm looking for, but you. I want you, as my queen, my companion, and also the woman who will give birth to my heirs. Not as a person that I can use or make as a filler n*fsu. Again, I reiterate that you are precious to me. You understand that?’ jove replied, closing his eyes. He then smiled, relieved that his jaguar had already softened a little. Jove thought she was going to be back in the rampage, apparently not.

“With what shall I believe your words?”

Casandra is shocked to death when Jove suddenly flips her body to lie on her back. He then gulped as this bastard looked at him fixedly.

“A-what do you want to do to me, Jove? I-I'm still sick,” great-grandson Casandra's scared.

“Kiss you,” sahut Jove short.

Cup

Once. He dyed the lightning of Casandra's lips which looked dry and pale. After that Jove kissed him again, and this time in the eyes. Twice. Then Jove fused their fists together.

“I am indeed a bastard, but I am not used to looking sympathetic from others. If I want to, then I'll get it with my own abilities. So Casandra, just get strong so I'm even more proud to have you. Can?” whispered Jove gently.

“A-I don't know,”

“You should know, and should be willing to do it. It's orders. And I hate people who argue!”

“You threatened me?” Casandra was instantly inflamed.

“Sleep. You need a lot of rest if you want to come back to argue with me.”

Without daring to refute, Casandra obediently closed her eyes as Jove led her into an embrace. Deep down, he began to think about the truth of this bastard's confession just now. Until the thought accidentally brought Casandra wrapped her arms around the waist of a man who was now smiling faintly. Maybe ... maybe Jove knew that her heart was starting to move.

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