The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 48: HARD TO BELIEVE

It was as if something had shot and pierced his heart. Cheryl's body stiffened, her breathing roaring violently. He turned and turned to Jourrel, raising a gaze full of blazing flames.

"So you're Jourrel Alvalo? The guy who almost hurt me that night? The man who intends to kill me?" cheryl is full of emphasis.

Jourrel swallowed his saliva heavily, his lips opened but struggled to get the words out. A pair of Cheryl's netra flushed, between shocked, angry and disappointed mixed into one.

"Java!" cheryl shouted pushing Jourrel's chest very hard.

The man's body staggered backwards, his head lowered. Her heart further confirmed that Cheryl was no ordinary girl. He even managed to trace his identity easily.

"Not answering the meaning, right. If you want to eliminate me, why now pretend to protect me? Pretending to be nice to me?" Cheryl eroded the distance between them. "Oh, lest you use the trick of approaching me first, so that no one suspects you. Then you kill me slowly?! That's right?" snapped Cheryl slightly looked up, her blue bead glaring sharply.

Jourrel closed his eyes for a moment, then when his net opened again, immediately colliding with the look of anger of the girl. Jourrel ventured to touch Cheryl's shoulders, "Listen to me" he muttered in a soft voice.

Like the thief who was caught, Jourrel also became panicked. His body trembled, until it was difficult to string sentences.

Cheryl threw out Jourrel's arm strongly. Her pretty face flushed withstanding the arousing emotions. "I just need an answer, yes or no!" cry Cheryl in a firm and indisputable voice.

"Origin ...." His words were cut off by Cheryl's voice.

"Yes or not! My only question is two, Jourrel!" the beautiful girl was unable to stem her disappointment.

Jourrel nodded resignedly, "Yes, but what you are accusing is not true. I can explain it. Come along for a second," murmured Jourrel touching Cheryl's arm.

The girl's gaze turned on her arm, there was actually still some pain from the attacks from her enemies earlier. But Cheryl quickly threw out Jourrel's hand. "Never dare touch me! Or I'll break your arm!" hiss Cheryl with a voice that made Jourrel shudder.

They did not realize, that there was currently an old woman who was so shocked to hear their conversation. Cheryl's screams continued to ring in her ears. Circling in his head.

The woman's body squeezed, she leaned against the back of the sofa as she pressed her chest firmly. The increased heart dilation made Dina feel tremendous pain.

"Yes! With you I am in danger. How can I trust the man who nearly killed me? I'm not a stupid woman, sir!" ketus Cheryl's.

Jourrell is confused as to where it came from. He broke his hair violently. Willing to speak again, his gaze found his mother's body collapsing and unconscious.

"Mother!" jourrel shouted towards the mother.

He supported his mother's neck, trying to resuscitate the old woman. His hand patted Dina's cheek trembling. "Mom, mom, wake up, Mom," call Jourrel scared.

Cheryl shut her gaping mouth. He was surprised by Dina's condition. His body was riveted, the anger that had been exploding was now slowly decaying.

Jourrel slightly stood up to pick up his phone. Operate with trembling hands, seek out his best friend's contacts, then suppress the call.

Not long after, the call was connected. "Tan, please. Mom fainted. Help me get mom to the hospital. Ranch, Tan!" jourrel said after he heard his phone was connected.

"What's? Okay, I'll be right there!" sahut Tristan on the other end of the phone.

"Thanks, be careful," Jourrel's message turned off the phone.

Jourrel put Dina on the sofa, secured her position. Then, he himself ran to the room to prepare all the needs to be brought.

"Mother," Cheryl murmured softly. It's hard to believe that Jourrel was the man he was looking for because he almost killed him.

How not? That man's face that was so soft and handsome, did not expect it to be so cruel. Plus, the condition of the mother. Everything is completely beyond expectations.

Cheryl was sitting limp on the chair, staring at the woman who was now lying weakly there. Then turn to Jourrel who paced back and forth in fear.

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