Chapter 849 Attend The Show For Me


    "J..." Draco''s voice was so weak that it was hard to hear.


    "Yes, I can hear you, Mr. Wesley," J replied. She sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her tears.


    "Don''t cry," whispered Draco. "It''s harmful to your health if you cry too much." Draco raised one


    hand, intending to wipe away her tears, but paused with his hand mid-air.


    He had never seen J cry so mournfully.


    J took Draco''s advice. Nodding obediently, she held back her tears.


    "Are you okay? How do you feel?" Draco asked gently.


    Forcing a bright smile, J nodded and said, "I''m fine, thanks to you. You saved me."


    Her eyes reddened as she spoke.


    It was J who Jorge had wanted to kill. It was her who should have been lying on the bed.


    Draco shook his head, smiling. "If I had the choice again, I would still protect you. I brought you with


    me. It''s my duty to ensure you''re safe. " J''s eyes filled with tears. Trying to remain calm, she


    said, "The person who poisoned you was trying to get revenge on me. It was Jorge who stole the


    design document from ourpany. But you stood in front of me, so you were the one who got


    poisoned."


    "It''s okay," Draco replied patiently. "I''m not ming you or anything." After speaking a few words,


    Draco took a break to breathe in some oxygen. When he noticed that his phone was missing from


    his bedside, he asked gently, "Did the organizers of Iridescent Show contact you?"


    "Yes, they asked us toe to the show tomorrow," J replied. "But you''re only just out of


    danger, and you can''t take the ne, so about the show, I think we..." Tears welled up in her eyes,


    and she was unable to continue.


    "Absolutely not!" cried Draco. A look of determination came over his face. "I have to go," he urged.


    J grabbed Draco''s shoulders and gently restrained him to the bed. "The doctor told me that in


    your current condition, you''re not to get out of bed. If you''re not carefully enough, you could put your


    very life in danger."


    Closing his eyes in despair, Draco murmured, "Are the efforts of the past few years going to be in


    vain now?"


    J felt wretched. It was her fault this was happening, and she was desperate to do something to


    help.


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    She suddenly felt Draco take her hand.


    "What''s wrong, Mr. Wesley?" she asked, concerned.


    Draco''s eyes were shining with inspiration. "J, you can go there for me!" he said.


    J hung her head. "I can''t," she replied sadly. Her instinctive response was to refuse. She was


    just an assistant designer; she didn''t have the qualifications or the reputation to represent Draco at


    such a grand event as Iridescent Show. "You can go, and you must," Draco said firmly. "You are the


    only other designer who has read all the materials and participated in my creation," he pointed out.


    "No one is more qualified than you."


    Suddenly, a nurse appeared at the door. "Time''s up," she announced. "The patient is in poor shape


    and needs rest. Visiting hours are limited." The nurse looked at J expectantly.


    Outside the door, through the ss window, Brandon could see that Draco was holding J''s


    hand.


    Brandon frowned. It wasn''t a particrly intimate gesture, but the scene displeased him


    nheless.


    Holding hands, J and Draco looked like a couple; her, with eyes full of tears, and him, with eyes


    full of affection.


    Brandon scowled.


    If J had looked out the window at that very moment, she would have met his cold, resentful


    gaze.