Love Contract

Chapter 382 Extra Story Forget That Night (Part Three)

"Where are they?" Aisha asked, so anxious she didn't know what to do with herself. The moment she uttered the last word, the door swung open and Jazlyn and Lucas barged in in a hurry.

"Boss, how's Paul doing?" Jazlyn rushed toward them.

"You're just in time." Aisha wore a grave look on her face and turned to Lucas. "It's all up to you now!"

Lucas nodded nervously, "Take me to him."

They hurried into the bedroom where Paul was laying. Lucas put his things down, took his suit jacket off and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows.

Jazlyn was concerned for her colleague's well-being, so should have been focused on Paul. However, she could not help but watch Lucas, preparing the medicine and the injection. She was so captivated by him she forgot to act herself.

"Get me some boiled water!" Lucas retrieved his tools and put on a mask and a pair of latex gloves. His patient was all that mattered now. "I need anyone who doesn't need to be here to leave the room and wait. Leave me alone to help him," he said seriously.

"Jazlyn, you stay here and help," Aisha said, leaving the room with her men.

Jazlyn was stunned and out of her depth. She wondered if Lucas would take this opportunity to make things difficult for her. But when she turned to him, he didn't seem to notice her at all. He squatted by the bed, carefully cutting the bloody clothes off Paul's chest.

”1... I don't know anything. What should I do?" It was the first time she had felt so uneasy in front of him.

"Shut up!" Lucas snapped. "Don't make a move unless I tell you to."

"OK." Jazlyn then shut her mouth tight, trying not to make even a sound. Lucas' uncharacteristic attitude had startled her and stirred some sort of complex feeling within. He could be so bold and charming sometimes.

"Give me the gauze."

"Here."

The only sounds in the room were that of three sets of breathing.

Once the preparations were complete, Lucas made an incision into Paul's chest with a scalpel and began carefully removing the bullet.

"Ouch..." The anesthetic hadn't kicked in yet. Paul was in so much pain he could hardly bear it, his body twitching violently.

"Hold him down! Don't let him move!" Lucas instructed.

"Okay!" Jazlyn rushed over and pressed Paul's arms into the bed, restraining him and keeping him in place.

Lucas was once again immersed in the nervy task at hand. From Jazlyn's point of view, he was more serious than she had ever seen him. He was frowning slightly with sweat beading on his forehead, but he exuded a charming, almost attractive aura.

She suddenly remembered that night. Although she was drugged, she was still conscious of how close they were and remembered the intimacy they shared...

"Clang!"

A bullet suddenly dropped into a tray. Jazlyn came back to her senses and saw that the bullet had been removed from Paul's chest. Lucas' gloves were covered in blood, while he stitched Paul's wound with deft precision. Property © 2024 N0(v)elDrama.Org.

"Is it done?" she asked. She could hardly believe it.

"Yeah,” Lucas replied.

Aisha was pacing outside the room anxiously. The door clicked open and she turned her head rapidly to see Lucas walking out exhausted, followed by Jazlyn in tow.

"How did it go?" Aisha hurried to ask.

Lucas took off his mask and nodded, "The bullet has been successfully removed. He's still healing and the transfusion is still at work. He needs to rest. It will take a while before the fever comes down, but there should be no serious issues after that."

"Thank you," Aisha said sincerely, "and please don't tell anyone about this."

"Okay." Lucas nodded and continued, "I have to wait for the transfusion to complete. May I rest here until then?"

"Of course, of course. Go right ahead." Aisha nodded and called Jazlyn quietly, "Go and get Dr. Murong a glass of water! Hurry up!"

Lucas dropped himself on the sofa. He hadn't performed an operation in a long time. It had been only an hour and still, he was spent.

Jazlyn poured a glass of water and walked over to the sofa. She watched Lucas massage his tired stress-filled eyebrows with his slender fingers and she suddenly got the urge to touch them.

'Damn it! What are you thinking?'

Jazlyn cursed herself in her mind, handing the water to Lucas. "Here you go."

Lucas looked up at Jazlyn, only briefly, and took the water. "Thank you," he said flatly.

"You're welcome." Jazlyn surprised even herself. She was not used to being so polite to him.

"Jazlyn, who the hell are you guys?" Lucas asked, staring at her with fire in his eyes. He felt he deserved to know.

Jazlyn frowned, Tve told you, it will do you no good to know that."

Lucas glanced back at her and said nothing. He took two gulps of water and closed his eyes, lying back on the sofa. 'Jazlyn, who the hell are you?' he wondered in silence. He was tired of having to guess all the time.

More than two hours later, Paul's transfusion was finished. Lucas left some medicine for him, packed his things and was about to leave. "Everything should be fine now. You should be able to help him with an intravenous drip once a day. It will take him a few days to recuperate. Call me if anything goes wrong."

"OK. Thank you."

"Okay then, I'll be leaving now." Lucas picked up his medical supplies, turned, and left.

Aisha patted Jazlyn on the shoulder and said, "Walk him out and see him off!"

"What? Oh... " Jazlyn arrived at the hotel gate and caught sight of him. "Lucas!" she called out.

He paused and turned to look at her. "Is there something else you need?"

"Let me drive you home."

No, thanks," Lucas refused coldly. "Also, this is never going to happen again. Next time, I will not help you, so don't ask."

"We're not the bad guys!" Jazlyn said in a hurry, hoping her words would stop him or change his opinion.

Lucas frowned and suddenly shot her a wry smile. "It's none of my business. Look, Jazlyn, I was just bored and that's why I pestered you before. Let's just forget that night and pretend nothing ever happened. Goodbye!"

Forget that night and pretend nothing ever happened...

Jazlyn felt a sharp pain stab into her heart. A strong sense of loss washed over her as she watched Lucas hail a taxi and drive off further and further away from her, while she stood there helplessly. 'What's wrong, Jazlyn? Shouldn't you be happy?' she asked herself.