Snare of Love
Chapter 754 Taking Medicine is not Good for Health

Jasmine mumbled some vague response under her breath.

They then entered the room under an ambiguous, inexplicable atmosphere.

The two of them sat by the bed. Boyce's back was strangely straight, his palms on his laps slowly curled into fists.

Jasmine drooped her eyes and from time to time her eyelashes were seen trembling. Her hand was grabbing at her robe uneasily, and all of a sudden her hand was grabbed by someone. That had felt warm, and there were calluses on the inside, "Sit right here."

Jasmine stood up and Boyce put his hand around her waist and led her to sit on his lap.

He looked up at her and asked in a hoarse voice, "Ar-Are you ready?"

Jasmine looked down at the floor and a strand of hair dropped across Boyce's face. His boiling blood seemed to go up a notch as he raised his hand and lightly take the rein of her bathrobe. With a slight pull, the bathrobe came undone.

Jasmine's body inadvertently tensed up, and she suddenly grabbed his hand only to see him looking at her. They were locking gazes.

With their eyes meeting, Boyce thought that she was afraid, so he ventured, "I guess you are not ready yet..."

Before he could finish his sentence, his lips were interrupted by Jasmine's kiss.

The two of them finally broke through that imaginary veil separating them. With Jasmine's initiation, everything began smoothly.

Boyce pushed him to the bed, and Jasmine suddenly felt bare naked from the front. She realized that her bathrobe had come undone.

She instinctively wanted to block her front, but Boyce grabbed her hand to prevent that, and his gaze slowly fell on her.

Her face was burning, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

Jasmine's body developed pretty well, and although she was not the voluptuous type, she still had all the assets a woman should have. Her skin was fair, and her figure was curvy. She bit her lips, "Do I need to buy some medicine?"

Boyce's eyes were depthless and dark, and his voice was straining greatly, "What do you want that for?"

What's more, was there any need to buy medicine?

"I'm talking about... birth control pills." Jasmine still wanted to complete her studies first. She didn't want to have a baby so early on.

"Eating that is not good for your health, right?" Boyce was a little frustrated. How could he forget this important thing?

He wanted to get up, but Jasmine hooked her arms around his neck and said, "I think it's fine for me to eat that afterwards."

She remembered that there was a type of medicine that could ward off pregnancy for as long as 72 hours after their intercourse.

Boyce pulled up her shirt and said, "I'm going to buy... a condom. It's not good for your health to take that kind of pill."

Jasmine nodded.

Boyce had a change of clothes before going out, and Jasmine covered herself with the blanket. Her whole body was buried within the fabric, with only her head sticking out. There was a faint blush on her face. Somehow, she liked this feeling.

This feeling of being taken care of, and getting loved by someone else.

She felt that she was the lucky one. Although her upbringing wasn't all fairy tale, she was able to meet Boyce. He was mature and understanding, and he knew how to care for another.

She wished that she could graduate soon so that she could bear a child for him.

She wanted to see him being a father.

All of a sudden, this expectation was all she could think about.

Suddenly, a phone started to ring on the table. She looked at the source of the ringing and saw that it belonged to Boyce. He didn't bring his phone when he went out.

She fetched it and saw that Armand's name was on the caller's ID.

After giving it some thought, she decided to answer the call.

"Hello."

"I am from the traffic police department. Do you know a man named Armand?"

Jasmine sat up straight and replied, "I know him. What's wrong?"

Why did the traffic police department come calling?

Jasmine's back was as straight as a ruler now.

"He's drunk driving a while ago and he was met with an accident. He's in the surgical theater now. If you are his family, please do come over now."

Jasmine was utterly shocked? Drunk driving? Surgical theater?

"H-How is he now?"

She tossed her blanket away and started to gather her clothes.

"We don't know for now. Just come over as soon as you can."

"Alright, alright. What hospital are you at now?"

The caller stated the address before hanging up.

Jasmine suddenly realized that none of her clothes was there. She hastily wore Boyce's T-shirt and fortunately for her, it looked like a dress that covered her thighs.

At that moment, Boyce returned and saw that Jasmine was tying her hair in the bathroom. There was a black plastic bag dangling from his hand, "Why are you up?"

"You're finally back. Bad news, Armand was involved in a car accident, and he is in a hospital now on the surgery bed. I didn't learn of his condition yet." Jasmine answered nervously.

Boyce asked for the address of the hospital, and Jasmine told her what she heard.

"You can go to sleep first. I'll go take a look." Boyce put down what he had bought and immediately turned to leave.

"Let me go with you." Jasmine couldn't be rest assured.

Boyce glanced at her and saw that she was wearing his clothes. Although the fabric barely reached her thigh, he still thought that the clothes were too revealing. "You just stay at home for now. I will call you if anything arises."

He took his car key was about to really leave, but he was struck by a thought halfway as he took out a card and gave it to her, "You can buy whatever you like, like those clothes."

Jasmine shook her head, "I don't want it, I have my own..."

Boyce grabbed her hand and shoved the card into her palms before turning to leave.

Jasmine was rooted to the spot as she said to his back, "Be careful when driving."

Boyce replied, "Got it. Shut the door tight, and go to sleep."

Jasmine nodded.

Boyce drove to the hospital to get first-hand news on the situation.

Everyone was drunk during the night, and he had called for a driver but Armand didn't do the same. He had driven his car on his own, and according to the traffic police's description, although the other part was responsible too, Armand was drunk-driving, which was a serious offence that warranted serious punishment.

He needed to bear a lot of responsibilities, and his driving license was going to be revoked.

Not only Armand was hurt, but the other driver was also injured too.

He was also being rescued on a surgical bed too.

However, such details didn't matter to Boyce. He just wanted to know what had become of Armand.

"We don't know yet." The traffic police said. There was a lot of blood on him at the scene.

At this time, the door of the surgical theater suddenly opened, and a doctor dressed in a blue surgical suit emerged from it.000