The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 29: THE NAGGING OF FIRST LOVE
"It should be so!" exclaimed one of Tristan's friends standing right in front of Jourrel with a hostile look. Their faces were only a few inches away. His pair of neutrals glared very sharply.
Tristan held her friend's chest and slightly pushed her, "Patience, Bro. It's a hospital. We can't fuss, for Cheryl's convenience," she argued.
Not long after, the door of the ward opened. A nurse told me that Cheryl was conscious. They were all scrambling to meet the queen at their club.
Only Jourrel and Tristan were unmoved in front of the room. Watching the men jam through the not-so-wide door.
"Tan! I don't know any more than thanks," said Jourrel turned slowly to meet Tristan.
Tristan untied a smile, patted one of Jourrel's shoulders and squeezed it. "We're brothers!" said it.
"Brothers are different fathers and mothers!" chirped Jourrel who finally could laugh in relief.
Tristan nodded and embraced his best friend. They choose to wait outside, because Cheryl will not be comfortable if it is too crowded inside.
Sure enough, the girl hissed as she stomped on the base of her nose as question after question began to rain down on her. "Guy! Thanks a lot before! Seriously, I'm okay. Don't overdo it, okay. Look, I'm alive, still intact. Don't worry, will you?" he stared one by one at the members.
"So we're worried, Cher!" exclaim one of them that immediately embraced everything.
"Yes, but now I'm fine. Even better if I rest. Aye, right?" Cheryl smiled forcefully. Because indeed his head actually feels pulsating mobbed like that.
"All right, let's let Cheryl rest first. Let's recover the power. Let's go!" said one of his friends.
In my heart, Cheryl cheered. But her beautiful eyes seemed to be looking for someone. There is a sense of curiosity and disappointment when not found it.
The group of club members, pay one by one. Cheryl's nursery room is now back to quiet. He fumbles his cell phone in his pants. Unfortunately, when he looked at his body, his clothes had been changed with the clothes of hospital patients.
"Ck! Piss if papa or his people call," he murmured biting his lower lip.
Unable to stand still, Cheryl struggled to sit up, right along with the door that opened. I heard footsteps getting closer to him.
"Hey, where are you going?" said a worried man immediately ran touching his arm and shoulder.
"Where are you going?" rework Jourrel once again.
"Ah, eee .. that, I'm looking for a cell phone. Yeah, find a cell phone," she replied a little nervously. In their previous meetings, he had always been violent towards the man.
That's how Cheryl feels right now. Jourrel helped to straighten her seat, putting a pillow on her back to sit comfortably.
"It was on the nightstand," pointed at Jourrel with his chin, then walked across the bed to pick up the flat object, then thrust it at Cheryl.
"Ma .. thank you," Cheryl replied trying to suppress her nervousness.
He immediately turned on the electronic device in his hand. As expected, dozens of missed calls were seen on the screen. Not only the number of the papa, but also a lot of unknown numbers that are likely Tiger subordinates.
Cheryl hastily called back to her father. Not waiting for long, in one tap of the connecting tone directly heard the echo of the baritone voice of his papa.
"Chery! Where the hell have you been? Why did your phone die earlier? I told you, if you don't want a shadow bodyguard, you never turn off your phone! Why violate? If it's like this, papa can also break it!" the middle-aged man was across the phone.
Cheryl even kept the phone away from her ear. His eyes closed with a stifled smile at the scolding of his first love.
While Jourrel himself was surprised by the possessiveness of the person behind the phone. But he just nodded, watching in silence.
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