The Paid Men and the Mafia Girls
CHAPTER 67: WORTH FIGHTING FOR

“Say clear what do you mean by lo!” furious Tristan had already clenched both his hands so tightly, that his veins stood out.

Jourrel did not understand, he just shook with the deepening frown on his forehead.

Tristan's anger is growing. He patted both of Jourrel's shoulders, gripping him very firmly. His teeth chattered with sharp eyes.

Jourrel until hissing in pain. He was really confused by what happened to his friend.

“Stupid!” tristan shouted restrained, considering that he was still in the room of Mother Dina. “If you are not injured, I slam your body!” he let out a rough breath accompanied by his stifled arm, so as not to hurt Jourrel.

Tristan threw out his face, regulating the roar of breath that was blowing irregularly. He removed his arm from Jourrel's shoulder, rubbing his forehead that was soaked in sweat.

The room was suddenly silent for a few moments.Tristan's face was still flushed red with anger. While Jourrel himself just silently looked down, staring at the pale face of the mother without blinking.

“Lo see the shoes behind that door?” point to tristan after he can control his anger.

Jourrel looked, he immediately knew that a pair of high heels belonged to Cheryl. He turned to look at Tristan asking for an explanation.

“She was even worried half dead hearing you were in danger. Cheryl mobilizes all her subordinates to nolongin lo. He screamed hysterically when he heard you were hurt. Her tears even flowed down her cheeks. He has trouble running when you get to the roof top with his helicopter. Until I had to take it off and run barefoot!” tristan's story is long.

“DEG!”

Jourrel's chest was like being struck by lightning hearing him. Unknowingly, his tears began to pool in both of his net.

“Why are you so stupid, Bray? Can't handle Cheryl's sincerity. You can't see the love in his eyes for you, huh? I swear you are stupid to be a man! Lookat me!” as Tristan lifted his chin, with his eyes squeaking sharply at Jourrel.

Slowly Jourrell raised his head. Their views are firmly attached to each other. Tristan seemed to break through the contents of Jourrel's heart from the look of the man's wounded eyes.

“Lo does not like Cheryl? Do you have the same feeling as him? Answer honestly from your heart. Don't think about anything else. Focus same answer heart lo!” tristan is intimidating.

Jourrel gulped his saliva, his eyes flashing rapidly and instantly looked away from Tristan, “No!” the answer was brief with trembling lips. His eyes move everywhere.

“Gue asked once again. Think carefully, not just out of pity for me. Because it's more pity if my love claps one hand.” Tristan slightly bowed, bringing his face closer to the still mute Jourrel. “Lo likes Cheryl, Jou?” push Tistan again. But again there was no answer from Jourrel.

Tristan let out a heavy breath. He straightened his back again, “Oke, if not. I'll take you to Cheryl. Let him not expect too much! Because I know it feels like love is clapping one hand. Crazy, you know a great woman like her! I don't want her to cry just because of you! Because all this time, I've never seen him cry. Especially because of guys!” threatening Tristan twisted his body and stepped very slowly out of the room.

In his heart is counting, ‘Come, Bro. I'm so sorry for your face!’ Tristan is anxious because Jourrel doesn't admit it. He slowed his steps to reach the door.

“Ten,” muttered Tristan grabbed the door handle and was about to pull it.

“Yes! I like Cheryl, love her. But I don't want to hurt your feelings either. And again, our social status seemed to be separated by an abyss so vast and deep. Not allowing to unite. He'll be happier with you!” I'm Jourrel screaming a little before Tristan steps out.

Tristan's lips grinned thinly. Exactly as he suspected. The man again approached Jourrel who was playing his hand on his mother's bed. His head was bowed in.

“Need lo catet on this leaking lo head, that happiness is created here!” Tristan pointed at Jourrel's chest, making Jourrel look at him.

“And love is anchored according to the desires of the heart. Cannot be forced. Because it would hurt both. I know Cheryl, Bro. He never saw any treasure. Everyone he hugs and stays good as long as that person is also good.”

Tristan smiled wider, “If Cheryl does not love you, surely she will shoot you in the head after knowing you never nearly killed her! But look, what is he doing?” he said raise both eyebrows.

“He even desperately saved you through the hands of his subordinates. He was hysterical when he got hurt. What else do you need to be sure?”

Both of Jourrel's hands were on the bed. Squeezing his short hair, regretting his words and actions earlier.

“Cheryl is worth fighting for!” tristan patted Jourrel on the shoulder.

Jourrel's face was riled up, he panicked and fear began to rule his heart. “Please contact Cheryl. I don't know where my phone is! He must be hurt because of me!” door begged. Didn't expect Tristan to be so broad-hearted. I don't know what his best friend deserves anymore.

Tristan pulled out his phone, immediately made a call to the beautiful girl. Unfortunately, there were no answers repeatedly.

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