Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 75

Gibran, who had been asleep for a long time, felt a soft, warm touch rubbing his head and playing with his flaky hair. Because of that gentle touch, Gibran slowly opened his eyes, blinking several times so that his vision would not blur.

When his eyes were perfectly open and could see clearly. It felt like he wanted to cry right then and there because he saw that his wife was conscious and was now smiling so sweetly at him.

Gibran did not expect that his wife was aware of his coma. He was very grateful to the Lord for returning his wife to him. Gibran feels his life will now be back in color due to Jasmine's consciousness.

The pieces of hope that were originally scattered now he gathered and he arranged them to become a perfect unit.

"Darling, are you awake?" Gibran kissed Jasmine's hand very gently, his tears even dripping down the wife's still cold hands.

Gibran did not get a reply from Jasmine, all he could see was Jasmine's gaze which hinted that Jasmine was currently fine and there was nothing to worry about from all the accidents that accidentally befell her.

Gibran rubbed his wife's tears slowly to the right and left sides of her head because of her position now lying down. Gibran could feel the heat from the tears.

"Darling, did you feel any pain until you cried like this?" Jasmine simply shook her head and smiled looking at Gibran who was worried about her.

"If it doesn't hurt, don't cry, okay!" Gibran smiled sweetly.

"You must recover soon, do not punish me in this way!" Gibran lowered his head.

Jasmine slowly raised her hand to touch the handsome face of the man she loved so much. Gibran closed his eyes feeling the warm touch of his wife's little hand, grasping it and kissing it affectionately.

Jasmine again just smiled, she looked very reluctant to open her voice. He looks like he will be fasting talk for the next few months, not long, just nine months.

Jasmine rubbed her husband's thin lips, as well, Gibran gently brought his face closer to her and he intended to kiss her.

But .... quite loud sound from the pounding of the chair and floor sounds so heartbreaking to the ears. Gibran fell into a cramped position because of the chair he used to sit on. And right with that incident, Gibran opened his eyes and he woke up from a beautiful dream that he had just dreamed, a dream that felt very real but all turned out to be just a sleeping flower.

Gibran felt his neck bone was very painful because he slept in a sitting position and made the edge of the nursery bed as a pillow. Not only did his neck bone hurt, his spine also felt the same way, especially he fell out of a chair and immediately clashed with the hard hospital floor, can imagine if he fell harder than earlier maybe the spine of his body will be broken and he could be paralyzed right then and there.

"Fuckin' chair, if you hadn't gone bad, I might have kissed my wife." Gibran resentfully kicked the chair but it hurt his leg.

If the chair could talk, he would definitely not lie. If Gibran is less than an ounce, eat him so rada oon.

After being tired and his legs did not hurt too much, he carefully stood up with both feet, his big toe was actually still feeling sore.

Carefully and patiently, it justifies the position of the chair as before. He tidied up the place a little messy because of himself. After it was done and his eyes accidentally looked up at the bed. Gibran again felt devastated and devastated when he saw his wife still lying weak there, his wife was still in a coma. The dream means a lot to him.

Gibran sat back down, he stared at the ceiling of the nursery with an illegible look, it was very painful.

"Darling, when are you gonna wake up?" Gibran went up to his wife's nursery bed, which was large enough to hold two people on it, and at that time all the memories of the sweet recording with his wife revolved like a movie on the big screen.

Gibran lay beside his wife and held her possessively, he longed for the warmth his wife gave him, he longed for jokes, arguing, and making love to his wife. Just over a week he felt the beauty of marriage with his wife, the, but now everything was gone and only leaving behind a sweet memory that once in a while could make him smile in a state of slump and loneliness like this.

"Darling, I beg you to wake up quickly. You should know that Gio misses being carried with you. Gio must be sad if you don't wake up. You also said to Gio that you want to give Gio a cute niece and make our son a garden of Gio, right." Gibran wanted to make his chest a pillow for Jasmine. However, the wound on Jasmine's head was still wet and should not be disturbed, or if it happened, then perhaps Jasmine's recovery would take a longer time.

"Darling, you don't like roses the most, do you?" whispering while chuckling.

"I will bring roses here every day so you can wake up and scold me." A sly grin full of wounds was clearly drawn on his face.

"I'll bring red, black, pink, orange, white roses, ylang, jasmine, frangipani, dahlia, daisy, lily, dandelion." Gibran would have been an impromptu florist if he had actually brought all those flowers to the hospital.

Gibran was currently thinking hard while tapping his forehead and peeling, he felt his nose was very difficult to breathe.

Gibran thought, what flowers would his wife like the most. Gibran knew that Jasmine must have loved jasmine flowers, and the cantile. Like Susana.

Gibran kissed Jasmine's cheek and smiled broadly as he remembered the flower he had been thinking about.

"Ah, Honey. I know, you must really like bank interest, right?" Gibran pinched Jasmine's cheek until it flushed slightly. Maybe if Jasmine was conscious, she would bite Gibran's hand and push her body to the floor.

Perhaps also if Jasmine was conscious, she would beat Gibran up and scream in his ear if all she wanted was a carcass flower that she would later use me to anesthetize her infuriating husband.