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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 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."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe 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 uncomfortable 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 glass 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 up late the next day, since she slept very late.
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.
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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 accepted 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 well last night, so I
changed chefs. Tell me if you don't like something—don't push yourself to accept it."
Cordy pursed her lips.
She did not expect her loss of appetite last 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.
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