The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 52: HONESTY OF THE JOURREL

Ever since seeing Cheryl and Jourrel's proximity, Tristan has been suspicious. He tried to refrain from keeping a positive mind while convincing his heart, that Jourrel could not afford to corner him.

But today his eyes were repeatedly presented with a view that was quite stifling his chest. When at Jourrel's house, they arrived at the hospital, and now in the IGD room.

"Can I still not overthink it?" muttered Tristan stood up with a pushy gaze and tightly clenched hands. The man looked away with a disappointed look.

After a while, Dina's mother's gurney pushed two nurses, entering the patient-only elevator. Cheryl and Jourrel immediately followed after the call. They were not even aware that Tristan was not among them.

In the elevator, there was no conversation. Everything was silent and only created a tense atmosphere. Jourrel clasped his mother's hand as he stepped into the ICU room.

"Please only one person waiting for the patient. And please put on the medical equipment," said one of the nurses then opened the door to the VIP room and then pushed into the gurney of Ms. Dina.

Jourrel and Cheryl stopped in unison, both staring at each other, only their eyes talking to each other. After a few seconds, Cheryl nodded, she retreated and walked towards the waiting chair. Aware, Jourrel is more entitled.

However, before entering the room, Jourrel approached Cheryl, pulled the girl's arm around and hit the chest of the Jourrrel field. The man hugged her very tightly, Cheryl's body froze, not daring to move.

"Thank you very much. Listen to me carefully, I hope you will understand and forgive me" Jourrel whispered in Cheryl's ear.

Jourrel closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to gather his courage. His arms clenched the beautiful girl even tighter.

"Cheryl, I'm a hit man" I'm Jourrel.

"DIG!"

Cheryl rebelled, trying to let go of Jourrel's embrace. But the man did not give me the slightest gap. Cheryl's power is certainly not comparable to Jourrel.

"I told you, listen to me first," murmured Jourrel in a calm voice, without caring about Cheryl who was struggling and trying to escape her confinement. Jourrel didn't let it go before he finished his speech.

"There's someone who hired me to take your life. Honestly, I never use my heart every time I do it. No matter who my target is, I always do it smoothly. But not with you Cheryl!" The man declared his sincerity.

"Your kindness, your sincerity, is able to tear down my ambitions. I can't do it. You don't deserve to be hurt, but you have to protect me. Believe me Cheryl," Jourrel continued, moving his palm against the girl's back.

Cheryl was still unmoved, trying to examine every sentence spoken from Jourrel's lips. He pushed open Jourrel's chest, looking at the man before him seriously. Seeking truth from the man's eyes.

"I hope you never go out alone. Because danger is asking for you. Many people do not like you, envious of your work. It's ok, if now you hate me, be angry with me. I will keep trying to protect you" said Jourrel, forcing his lips to smile.

"Paiders? Ye? A hit man?" cheryl asked many times, not believing what she heard.

Jourrel nodded, "Yes, I'm not as good a man as you think I am. Once again forgive me for ever making you wretched. I'm really sorry," he said.

Jourrel stared at the clock on his wrist, "May I ask for help?" the door again raised the exact look on Cheryl's bead. Cheryl who was still in shock just nodded.

Jourrel swallowed his saliva heavily, he touched Cheryl's shoulders, "I'm tipped off mommy huh. If I don't come back tonight, call Tristan. And you, ask the guard praa to pick you up. Rest at home. You seem to be safer at home. Because the guard there is very tight," he said in a heavy voice.

Cheryl's eyebrows are intertwined in, "Where are you going?" ask Cheryl in a worried tone.

"There's something I have to decide and finish. And all of that has its risks. Now go in and lock the room. Don't open it if it's not me or Tristan coming in. The chunky!" he patted Cheryl's arm.

Jourrel hurried away leaving Cheryl still stunned. It's really hard to digest everything that happened today. Really surprising. Cheryl stood staring at Jourrel's departure until the man's back disappeared behind the elevator door.

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