Dean looked at Jasmine in the room, who had just thrown on the bed. He didn't give his wife a chance to speak because all he wanted to do now was look at the woman who had made him so worried.
"Are you mad at me?" Jasmine asked Dean, who continued to stare at her without blinking.
She grumbled in her heart and said she should be angry, not Dean. Because her husband hadn't sent her news for several days and hadn't said anything about Biran and Ivanka.
"How are Brian and Ivanka doing?" Jasmine again asked Dean after remembering the two of them.
Jasmine turned her body into a sitting position, and she was about to stand up because the wound was hurting again. However, Dean quickly threw Jasmine back on the bed.
"Why do you always make me worry? From then until now?" Dean asked his wife.
Since a long time ago? Jasmine was pensive for a moment as Dean said that. Jasmine came back to her senses after Dean kissed her lips gently.
