Can't Resist the Billionaire

Chapter 39 Jasmine, I Want to Have A Home With You

Suddenly, something in my heart collapsed. I was paralyzed in the cold corner of the wall. But I didn't

have the strength to stand up at all.

At that moment, the feeling of heartache completely overpowered the pain in my feet, except the pain

in my heart, I felt nothing.

When Vincent opened the door and came in, he saw me crouching weakly in the corner with tears on

my face. He only glanced at me and immediately knew that I had eavesdropped on their conversation.

His face softened and he sighed. Then he bent down and picked me up from the ground.

"I told you to sleep well, but you didn't listen to me. Now you are crying like this, how can I comfort

you?" Vincent really didn't know how to comfort people. I was already very sad, how could he still have

the mood to complain that I was crying badly?

I sobbed and pushed him, and said in a rage. "Do I have to be coaxed? Leave, if you can't see me cry!"

Vincent snorted and said to me without concession. "This is my territory. If you want to leave, go."

My heart was already uncomfortable. After hearing what he said, my stubborn temper immediately

came up. I was so angry that I got out of bed. I really wanted to leave here.

"I'll go, I'll go right away, don't f**king look for me!" Although my feet were painful and heart-wrenching

because of every movement of hers, people had no time to care about it when they were excited.

Seeing that I was serious, Vincent quickly hugged me and comforted me. "Okay, okay, I won't yell at Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

you, okay?"

He carried me back to bed, then he was a little angry and dispirited, sitting next to me. He usually

picked up medicine to relieve swelling and pain, wiped me and said angrily, "I'm just angry that you're

so useless. He's already done that to you. Why are you crying for him? Jasmine, can't you be a little bit

promising?"

I looked down at his sudden gentle gesture and suddenly felt less sad. "I really don't want to be like

this, but we have been together for four years. He is my first love. Do you know? Do you know that I am

not willing to give up?"

Vincent glared at me and pressed on my ankle with some anger. I immediately grimaced in pain. "Does

it hurt? This is the price you don't want to let go. Jasmine, you have a good fortune to meet me. If he

sold you to someone else, do you think you still have such a good life?"

I rolled my eyes at him speechlessly. No one praised themselves like this, and I even wanted to say

that if it weren't for you, then Christopher and I wouldn't have had such a thing going on between us.

"If it weren't for you, perhaps our marriage wouldn't have been so difficult. Maybe Christopher is still

that Christopher..."

"The essence is there. It's just that there's nothing to catalyze it. Can you choose to turn a blind eye to

it?" Vincent might really be pissed off by my stubbornness, so he applied the medicine to me. He threw

the medicine on the table next to him and said."Jasmine, I've never seen such a stupid woman like you.

You're refreshing my understanding of foolishness!"

Was he f*cking mocking me for being an idiot? Was I that stupid? I just couldn’t see through love and

let go of it.

"Are you really going to give Christopher ten million to buy my freedom?" I paused for a moment before

changing the topic.

Vincent must have made up his mind to make this call. Furthermore, he had made a deal with

Christopher on the phone. Considering his character, he wouldn't go back on his word.

"Well, as I said, I will do it! But ten million is too much. I need to collect it!" Vincent said in a deep voice.

I snorted and said to him seriously. "You can't give him the money. Vincent, let me tell you clearly.

Whether I am with you or not has nothing to do with him. Even if you give him the money, I won't be

with you!"

Vincent turned pale with anger because of my words. He never expected that I was so principled in this

matter. "Are you worried that I won't give you a future?"

"No, I have already said the reason. It's okay if you don't remember!" I paused and said to Vincent.

"Besides, have you ever been allowed to do this? Who gave you the courage to deal with me? I am a

man, not cargo, okay?"

Enough! Christopher and Vincent, did they really think that I was a fool who couldn’t resist?

Seeing that I was really angry, Vincent quickly lowered his attitude and tried to comfort me. "Jasmine, I

don't mean anything else. I just don't want you to be destroyed by that scumbag again!"

"I know, but have you ever thought about it? If you gave Christopher ten million to divorce me, then

what about ten million? Buying my freedom? Then if I want to leave you, did I have to pay you back ten

million? If that's the case, am I losing too much?"

Motherf*cker, even if I wanted to sell, this money shouldn't have been taken by that b*stard

Christopher. Did he really think that he was selling slaves in the past slave society? Did he think that I

was dead?

Vincent was rendered speechless by my divine logic. "I've told you not to interfere in this matter. This is

between Christopher and me. I'll give him money, but he only needs to divorce you!"

"Then what if I don't divorce?" My gaze turned cold as I glared at Vincent. "Vincent, it's not like your

family's fortune comes from nowhere. There's no need to waste it here. The matter between me and

Christopher, I'll divorce if I find my life boring!"

"You!" Vincent was so angry with my stubborn attitude that he didn't know what to say.

After a long while, he looked into my eyes and asked slowly. "I'll ask you one last time. You won't

divorce him, will you?"

Actually, it wasn't that I didn't want to divorce Christopher. It was just that I didn't want to complicate our

divorce. Especially when it was mixed with Vincent and the d*mned ten million!

"I told you that I would consider divorcing you, but please don't force me!" I deliberately avoided

Vincent's eyes and said euphemistically.

Vincent paused for a moment. It seemed that he didn't want to keep throwing a tantrum. He probably

understood my stubborn temper and knew that there was no way to solve the problem.

"Well, you need time to think about it. Go to sleep first, and I'll show you the house tomorrow!" After

saying that, Vincent pulled the quilt over and lay down beside me. At the same time, he covered me

with the quilt.

I looked at him puzzledly and asked. "Inspire houses? What houses?"

"You can't always live in hotels. I need a house..." Vincent said. He suddenly reached out his hand and

scrathed my nose, which made my heart itch. "A house that can support you!"