A Life Debt Repaid By Cheng Xiaocheng Chapter 439
Chapter 439
As Cordy turned around, John wrapped his arms around her from behind.
A pungent alcoholic sent filled her nostrils right then-he had definitely been drinking
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too much.
“Don’t go,” he whispered, holding her fast while his lips inched closer to her nape,
greedily inhaling her distinctly fresh scent.
It really made him lose his mind.
His arms tightened around her, and his lips pressed flirtatiously against her nape.
“Two-timing feels really good, huh?” Cordy suddenly asked, unusually cold toward his
affection.
John tensed up, while Cordy continued to scoff, “Between Jessica and I, which of us
feels better to hug?”
John clearly stiffened right then.
Cordy then added, “I’m sorry, but I really hate jasmine- scented perfume.”
She clearly picked up the scent of Jessica’s perfume on his body, after all.
John’s arms clearly eased around her, and she just had to shrug a little to free herself.
She shut the door tightly behind herself, as if shutting her heart from him as well.
With that, Cordy returned to her bed.
She was not that thirsty, but not getting a drink left her whole body ufortable now.
She tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.
Through it all, the scent of jasmine seemed to swirl around her nostrils.
Feeling like she was starting to lose it, she got out of bed and went to take a shower,
which she had been able to do ever since she could get out of bed.
The doctor told her that she just had to make sure she was not infected or fall, and
there would be no issues after.
She had been careful each time as well, avoiding her wounded right leg along with the
cuts and bruises all over her body.
Still, it took her a long time to finish her shower, mostly because moving was
inconvenient for her.
After that, she changed into a clean set of casual clothes.
When she stepped out, she saw that it was already 1 AM.
She returned to her bed and found a ss of water on her nightstand.
It was kept in a thermos cup as well, maintaining it at her favorite temperature of 104
degrees.
Cordy pursed her lips.
She did not have the habit of getting out of bed during midnight to get a drink, but
John always seemed to know what she wanted with just one look.
Cordy woke upte the next day, since she slept veryte.
Fortunately, she had a lot of free time, and when she woke up did not matter since
she had issued instructions at work via telephone.
She left her bedroom to find John sitting on the living room couch and on his phone.
He headed straight to the open kitchen when he saw that she woke up. By the time
she made it to the dining room, he had already put her breakfast before her.
They had not been living together for that long, but they developed this tacit
understanding anyway.
To be precise, John understood her, while she passively epted his grace.
They had breakfast together-it was past ten, but he had waited for her all this while.
“Does it suit your tastes?” John asked her.
As Cordy looked up at him, John said bluntly, “I heard that you weren’t eating wellst
night, so I changed chefs. Tell me if you don’t like something—don’t push yourself to
ept it.”
Cordy pursed her lips.
She did not expect her loss of appetitest night to cost someone his job.
“It’s good,” she said.
There were times when she had the feeling that John did everything on purpose, just
as he was deliberately using her kindness to get what he wanted.
Now, she would not skip meals even if she was in a bad mood.