Love Contract novel Chapter 382

"Where are they?" Aisha asked, so anxious she didn't know what to do with herself. The moment she uttered the last word, the door swung open and Jazlyn and Lucas barged in in a hurry.

"Boss, how's Paul doing?" Jazlyn rushed toward them.

"You're just in time." Aisha wore a grave look on her face and turned to Lucas. "It's all up to you now!"

Lucas nodded nervously, "Take me to him."

They hurried into the bedroom where Paul was laying. Lucas put his things down, took his suit jacket off and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

Jazlyn was concerned for her colleague's well-being, so should have been focused on Paul. However, she could not help but watch Lucas, preparing the medicine and the injection. She was so captivated by him she forgot to act herself.

"Get me some boiled water!" Lucas retrieved his tools and put on a mask and a pair of latex gloves. His patient was all that mattered now. "I need anyone who doesn't need to be here to leave the room and wait. Leave me alone to help him," he said seriously.

"Jazlyn, you stay here and help," Aisha said, leaving the room with her men.

Jazlyn was stunned and out of her depth. She wondered if Lucas would take this opportunity to make things difficult for her. But when she turned to him, he didn't seem to notice her at all. He squatted by the bed, carefully cutting the bloody clothes off Paul's chest.

”1... I don't know anything. What should I do?" It was the first time she had felt so uneasy in front of him.

"Shut up!" Lucas snapped. "Don't make a move unless I tell you to."

"OK." Jazlyn then shut her mouth tight, trying not to make even a sound. Lucas' uncharacteristic attitude had startled her and stirred some sort of complex feeling within. He could be so bold and charming sometimes.

"Give me the gauze."

"Here."

The only sounds in the room were that of three sets of breathing.

Once the preparations were complete, Lucas made an incision into Paul's chest with a scalpel and began carefully removing the bullet.

"Ouch..." The anesthetic hadn't kicked in yet. Paul was in so much pain he could hardly bear it, his body twitching violently.

"Hold him down! Don't let him move!" Lucas instructed.

"Okay!" Jazlyn rushed over and pressed Paul's arms into the bed, restraining him and keeping him in place.

Lucas was once again immersed in the nervy task at hand. From Jazlyn's point of view, he was more serious than she had ever seen him. He was frowning slightly with sweat beading on his forehead, but he exuded a charming, almost attractive aura.

She suddenly remembered that night. Although she was drugged, she was still conscious of how close they were and remembered the intimacy they shared...

"Clang!"

A bullet suddenly dropped into a tray. Jazlyn came back to her senses and saw that the bullet had been removed from Paul's chest. Lucas' gloves were covered in blood, while he stitched Paul's wound with deft precision.

"Is it done?" she asked. She could hardly believe it.

"Yeah,” Lucas replied.

Aisha was pacing outside the room anxiously. The door clicked open and she turned her head rapidly to see Lucas walking out exhausted, followed by Jazlyn in tow.