Franky glanced at the rearview mirror and shook his head, saying, "Not anymore.”
Milan sneered. "Boring. To Chardu, then."
Franky turned the car around and drove toward the outskirts of the city before we arrived at a small villa.
I was unconscious throughout the journey and found myself in an unfamiliar environment when I woke up.
I felt a sharp pain in my arm and tried to move it but had no strength.
After making a few attempts and sweating buckets, I finally gave up.
My throat was dry, and I caught sight of a glass of water placed on the bedside table out of the corners of my eyes. I shifted my body to get it, but because I could not lift my arm, I was not able to get it.
Just as I was at a loss at what to do, a defined hand suddenly took hold of the glass.
I was stunned, then looked up.
I was surprised when I saw the familiar and cool face. "Jordan?"
When I spoke, I realized how hoarse my voice was and how painful my throat was.
The man nodded, and his cool face tugged into a hint o f a smile. "Drink some water first."
He sat on the side of the bed and reached out to help m e up. My body was leaning against his and I instinctively wanted to keep my distance, but he pressed my shoulders down. "You're sick now. Don't overthink things."
I pursed my lips and stopped moving.
He brought the glass of water to my mouth and hinted at me to drink it.
I took a few sips and felt that my throat was so much more comfortable now.
Jordan put the glass down and gently placed me down on the bed again.
He looked at me with tender eyes. "Do you want to eat something?"
I shook my head. "I'm not hungry.”
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