The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 54: THE BACK MISSES THE MOON

"Suckers! You know from the beginning that I like Cheryl, I love her. But what is this, huh? You're even as affectionate as him in front of my own eyes!" peekik Tristan grabbed Jourrel's shoulder and hit him again. Right about the corner of Jourrel's lips to tear and bleed.

Jourrel straightened his body while wiping the blood flowing on his face. He shook with a heavy sigh, then looked at the man before him. Instead of being angry, Jourrel actually smiled even though soon hissing felt soreness and pain on his face.

"Gue is always there for you! I always help you with every difficulty. I believe that everyone is wrong! But ...." Tristan who was still controlled by anger turned the lazy eyeball while smiling a sharp grin. "Lo snatch him, before I even feel for him!" the beaver pointed in the other direction, but a unsheathed gaze was right on the Jourrel bead.

Jourrel kept looking at her gently, he let Tristan let out all her emotions. The two even ignored the people around who were shocked and looked at them.

"Udah?" ask Jourrell slowly.

Tristan shook his head and just squinted his eyes. Both of his hands clenched firmly on the table until his veins protruded. His forehead twitched and there were teeth grinding.

Jourrel just took a deep breath. He grabbed a chair that was crisscrossed and got closer to Tristan, "Sit down" he said calmly.

Although no answer was heard, Jourrel only let out a rude sigh. He sat down next to Tristan, grabbed a cup and sipped the remaining half of Tristan's coffee. His throat feels dry. After it ran out he put it back without the slightest guilt.

"It's not what you think it is" Jourrel said. He looked up at his best friend with a thin smile on his lips even though he was met with the tail of Tristan's eyes that squinted sharply.

"I just want to take responsibility for what I've done to her. And maybe what it looks like is our reflex movement. Meanwhile, while on the IGD, I did not realize my own behavior. Cheryl's presence was like a pole when I almost fell, after hearing the condition of the mother," said Jourrel with his chest pounding.

Now that the man looked down, his jakun movement up and down clearly he was holding something in his heart. As much as possible, he tried to cover it up.

"Tan, Cheryl and I are like longing for the moon. He is far away in the sky, forever I will not be able to reach. I'm also self-conscious times, Bro. Who am I, to dare to dream it? Come onl. There's more important than this!" the thrill of laughing bitterly punched Tristan's arm very slowly. Jourrel gave Tristan a moment to absorb what he said.

With a heavy sigh, Jourrel nodded, then stared at the clock on his wrist.

"I want to see the person who's planning on harming Cheryl. Please take care of him, don't let him out alone. Ask him to immediately contact his guards for his safety. Fearing, the man had hired another hit man to harm Cheryl. And ...."

Tristan knitted his two eyebrows. He did not understand, but did not cut out Jourrel's speech and listened to it seriously.

Jourrel stopped his words, his chest throbbing violently until it felt tight. "If I can't go back, please apologize to my mother. And, tell him everything, why I'm desperate to take this dangerous job," he said heavily.

"Speak what lo?! You have to go back no matter what!" tristan growled furiously.

Jourrel nodded slowly. "Definitely! I'm gonna make an effort. Sorry yes, I can only take care of you all this time. Hopefully this is the last one" he said with a bitter smile. "I must leave immediately" he stood up and sauntered quickly leaving Tristan staring at his back.

Arriving downstairs, Jourrel took a quick step towards the motorcycle parking lot. Suddenly he almost fell down when there was someone pushing his back quite strongly.

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