Ceo Somplak Fall in Love
CSJC: Chapter 87
Gibran smiled shyly, his face reddened, he stared intently at those who saw him until those people did not see him again.
Gibran crouched down in front of Jasmine, he stared at the beautiful face of Jasmine who was enduring the shame of being the center of attention of people.
"Not to be ashamed, have not seen the same people again, really." Gibran clasped Jasmine's hands tightly and kissed her.
"You make me anxious, the more I love my handsome husband." Jasmine gave Gibran her sweetest smile.
"Okay, hon. I'm sick." Gibran touched his left chest and displayed a face of pain.
"It's a lie" said Jasmine, ruffling Gibran's hair as his hands were freed from Gibran's grasp.
"Well, failed!" gibran said with a smile.
Gibran stood up then immediately pushed Jasmine's wheelchair and carried her back running while shouting.
"Yyyyyahuuuuurr ...." Jasmine could only hold her breath and close her eyes as her heart was again made to be dislodged by her husband.
Gibran and Jasmine have now arrived at Jasmine's ward. Their breaths were both wheezing, Gibran was tired from running, while Jasmine was tired from the tension.
"I don't want to ask you to make me next time, Mas. Can die young me if continue to be invited to gymnastics heart in a state of being sick like this." Jasmine refused Gibran's helping hand to get up.
"You're an adult, you're a-" Jasmine doesn't continue, she looks sadly at Gibran and chooses not to talk.
Jasmine's stomach is now very nauseous because of Gibran's actions. Jasmine closed her mouth then immediately went to the toilet with a limp step.
Both of Jasmine's hands rested on the sink, her eyes staring at the mirror there. Gibran's shadow is not very clear.
"Cock can get rich gini anyway, Yang?" Gibran felt guilty for his wife.
"You want to kill me, huh, Mas?" Jasmine gargled and then brushed Gibran's hand over his shoulder, walking out of the toilet with her hand against the wall.
"Let me carry." Gibran immediately lifted Jasmine's body which felt quite heavy because it was weak.
The limp Jasmine no longer refused, she wrapped her hands around Gibran's neck and placed her head against her husband's chest.
Gibran lowered Jasmine slowly on the bed, he rubbed Jasmine's cold sweaty forehead with the small towel he had picked up from inside the bag just now.
Jasmine's face was satisfied, her appetite was gone, no longer the desire to eat soto or even just drink was not tasteful anymore.
"You sick?" Gibran was very anxious, his cheer was gone, again Gibran made a mistake that made his wife again not excited.
"No, just drowning." Jasmine closed her eyes, she chose to sleep because drowsiness suddenly attacked her.
"Sorry, dear." Gibran tidied up Jasmine's blanket, he kissed Jasmine's forehead with affection.
Gibran stared at the pale face wistfully, a feeling of guilt haunting him. Since Jasmine chose to sleep, Gibran also went to sleep sitting in a chair close to her, Gibran folded his left hand on the bed and made it a pillow.
His right hand tightly grasped Jasmine's hand and stuck it on the cheek. Gibran closed his eyes slowly and then a few minutes later, he fell asleep in his sleep.