With a pale face, the woman raised her head and coldly scanned Lucas from head to toe.
The woman was Jazlyn.
"I remember you," said Jazlyn. "You're that prostitute."
"Damn you!" Lucas cursed at her and the thing poking his waist seemed to have poked him harder.
"Go!" Jazlyn gritted her teeth and glanced at the rearview mirror coldly.
Lucas also looked back and saw several people wearing black clothes rushing out of the cinema, while looking around. It seemed that they really wanted to find this woman.
"Are you scared? Hurry up!" Jazlyn endured the pain and shouted.
Damn it!
Lucas cursed silently. Then, he stepped on the gas and the car accelerated through the road. It went so fast it was like an arrow off the bow.
"Where are we going?" The car gradually disappeared from the sight of the group of people, unnoticed. Smelling the faint smell of blood in the car, Lucas frowned.
As a doctor, he was more or less a neat freak.
"Your home." Jazlyn looked relaxed, but her hair was wet with sweat.
"Why? No way!" Lucas glared at her.
"Because I have a weapon!" Jazlyn answered fiercely, "Just because I'm injured doesn't mean you will be fine. Even if I don't h
n't look normal!
Lucas's facial expression suddenly became strange and he asked, "Are you drunk?"
Jazlyn rolled her eyes, and felt her chest churn. She cursed in her mind, 'I have seen a lot of medicine in the market but none of them can control me this quick.'
Would today...
The blood on Jazlyn's shoulder seeped through the gauze. Lucas held back his anger and decided not to ask any more questions. He gently pressed her shoulder as he wrapped the gauze for her patiently.
Jazlyn was stunned. Lucas's warm breath spread on her body, and his warm palm seemed to be able to smooth her wound. She stared at Lucas intently while he was dressing her wound.
She suddenly felt that the man in front of her was very handsome.
He had bright eyes, and angular face. His lips were thin, and his nose was sharp and high.
Her restless heart seemed to be even more restless as she looked at him more.
"Hold on. It's gonna hurt a little," Lucas warned her as he was about to tie a knot on her wound.
Jazlyn felt her shoulder tightened, but she did not feel the pain that he was talking about. His magnetic voice sent ripples in her heart, drowning the pain she was supposed to feel.