The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 49: THE WAR OF THE BRAIN AND HEART

The roar of tears began to rain down both of Cheryl's smooth cheeks. It is hard for him to accept this reality. Just now he felt something different in a man, but had to break right then and there.

The only man capable of making him flutter, his own smiles, misbehavior, turned out to be the one who almost wiped out his life.

Cheryl looked down deeply, with both hands clasping so firmly. There was a sense of unwillingness in his heart. Bad thoughts were flying in his head. What if true, Jourrel just approached her to launch the action?

But what about Dina's mother? Perhaps, if she had never met Dina's mother, Cheryl would have attacked her, hit her, either with her own hands or through her father's hands.

After taking care of the needs to be brought, Jourrel squatted in front of Cheryl, his cold and trembling hands ventured to hold Cheryl's fingers.

Jourrel looked up, his pair of neutrals flushed and glazed over. "Cheryl, I promise I'll explain everything later, after mom gets handled. I swear, I will not hurt you, please believe me, this time only," Jourrel said in a soft voice.

Can be seen clearly, the usually sharp eyes are shining expectantly, sweet and look sincerity there.

Simultaneously, Tristan stood right at the doorway. The two lovebirds looked at Tristan at the same time. The man's breath was still breathless after running from the highway towards Jourrel's house. Once fixated on the sight, his eyes looked at Jourrel and Cheryl alternately. His forehead frowned, let alone seeing the two of them both cry.

Jourrel immediately regained his senses and removed their hand link. He wiped his tears, turned to stand to his mother, "Please, Tan!" jourrel put his arms around his mother's neck and back.

Tristan immediately helped him, the two men immediately kicked Dina's mother out of the house. Cheryl who was still in a state of anxiety also moved, carrying the goods of Jourrel in a small bag.

The girl ran after them, before their steps and opened the car door. After placing Ms. Dina comfortably in the back passenger seat, Jourrel stood looking at Cheryl.

"You wanna come?" ask in a low voice.

Without making a sound, Cheryl just nodded. There are still remains of tears in his eyes. Undeniably, he was also worried about the old woman.

Jourrel ran over to Tristan who was already sitting in the steering wheel, knocking the window open from the inside. "A clock this way must be rame. I rode the bike open the road," Jourrel said looking for an excuse.

Tristan turned to Cheryl who was hugging a bag by the side of the road. The savvy Jourrel immediately explained, "He wants to come along, but he's still traumatized by the car."

"Yes, manhunt!" tristan said he started the engine of his car. Immediately turn the wheel and head to the nearest hospital.

Jourrel ran with long strides, touched Cheryl's arm and looked at her fixedly, "Please wait here. I'm going to grab the bike" he said then ran back home to pick up the bike.

Before long, Jourrel stopped in front of Cheryl. His two arms extended out and he put a helmet on Cheryl's head, making sure she was completely safe.

"Come on," invite Jourrel to raise his head.

Cheryl said she immediately stepped up and sat behind Jourrel. Not daring to get close, making a great distance, just like the first time they were shaking hands.

After that, Jourrel immediately ran the motor at high speed until it was able to precede Tristan's car.

Sure enough, the road was crowded, Jourrel shouted while pressing his horn, "Please walk! Emergency to the hospital!"

Even he got down to the road, banging every car in front of him to get out of the way and give way.

Seeing that, Cheryl came down, she did the same as Jourrel on the different side. Jourrel was stunned, the girl was running here and there under the hot sun just to help him. His heart was completely filled. Jourrel ran back and asked each car to open the road for Tristan's car.

As a result, thanks to the hard work of both of them, the car can go back quickly to get to the hospital.

Jourrel ran to his bike, following Cheryl who was already far ahead. Ask him to go back up.

Sweat on the girl's pretty face, her face flushed red from the heat of the sun. His breathing gasps when he sits back on the bike.

Without looking back, Jourrel grabbed Cheryl's hands and pulled them until Cheryl's body staggered forward. The girl flinched, her eyes widened and unable to move. "Thank you, Cheryl," he said quietly but could be heard in Cheryl's ear.

Jourrel returned to running the motor at high speed to overtake Tristan's car.

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