Love Contract

"Okay! Okay! I'll stop, jeez!" Lucas straightened himself and stared at Jazlyn with a subtle change in his gaze. "No matter what you said, I'm going to have to verify it myself." "What did you say?" Her mind went blank once more.

"I meant..." After a brief pause, he held the back of her head and kissed her passionately. "Just like this."

She felt an explosion of pleasure in her mind. Lucas pressed her against the sofa, and she didn't resist.

"Your arm..." She remembered the wound on his arm and it halted her.

"It's fine. It's already healed," Lucas whispered in a husky voice, covering her mouth with his lips, regardless of everything.

Meanwhile, in Archer's apartment, his place was decorated in black and white. It didn't match the way he dressed at all. The two managed to avoid being seen by the police and rushed here.

"Let me help you!" Aisha leaned against him and looked at his pale face. She felt an ache in her heart. "Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, it's okay. I don't need anything." Archer waved his hand in dismissal and sat on the sofa.

"I'll get you some clean and warm water for cleaning, and take the bullet out for you."

She was about to leave, but Archer stopped her. "Wait!"

"What's wrong?" She turned around, looking at him in confusion.

He stretched his long arms and held her into his chest. "Aisha, don't be so reckless in the future. I managed to save you this time, but I won't be able to do that every single time. I'm going to go insane if I ever see you get hurt!"

She opened her mouth slightly, thinking of what to say. Then, she nodded and said, 'Tm sorry. You're right. I was too impulsive tonight. I won't do something stupid like that again."

Archer smiled, his eyes looked gloomy. He slowly said, "Also, after your suspension, can you apply to work at home instead of staying here? I'll also go back for good. II

"Why?" Aisha was taken by surprise. She knew that he was trying to imply something.

"Aisha, do you like me?" He asked out of the blue.

"I..." Her face turned beet red.

"Then go back with me. I don't want to live here, but living with you is enough for me," he said as he leaned closer towards her lips.

"Ding dong! Ding dong!"

Aisha was lost in his tenderness just now. When she heard the doorbell, she quickly got away from him and asked, "Who would come see you at this hour?"

"Let me go take a look." Archer stood up, but Aisha stopped him right away. She was worried about his wound.

"It's fine." He gave her a reassuring smile and a kiss on her forehead. Then, he walked towards the door, enduring the pain on his back. As soon as he opened the door, he saw the private doctor and his driver. After staring at the driver for a long time, he stepped aside and said, "Please, come in."

Aisha was surprised to see the two people coming in. Archer smiled at her and said, "Aisha, can you get me something to eat at the convenience store downstairs? I just got off the plane, and I haven't gotten the chance to eat. I'm famished."

"Okay," Aisha said with a smile. She wasn't carrying any cash, but she went out anyway. She knew that Archer wanted her to leave for a while.

With a click, the door of the apartment was closed. The doctor was silently preparing to take out the bullet. Meanwhile, the driver was standing beside them with a worried and guilty look on his face. "Young master, I'm so sorry."

"Who the hell told you to shoot? Fuck!" Archer grunted.

Aisha was pressing her ear against the door. She managed to overhear his outburst, dumbfounded by what she heard. The last person who shot at her was one of Archer's men?

"Young master, your father ordered me to shoot." The driver was riddled with guilt. "I had no choice! I'll take the punishment. I'm sorry!"

"I don't want to see your face again." With a stone cold look on his face, Archer roared, "And don't you dare try to hurt her!"

As soon as he finished talking, his phone rang. His father was video calling him, so he immediately answered the call. "Hello, you busy man. Since when did you have time to video chat me?" "Are you alright?"

Tve seen better days, but I won't die." Archer grinned impishly. "But it's hard to say I won't die next time."

"Can't you talk nicer to your own father? Are you willing to die for that woman? You bastard!"

"Whatever you say, old man!" Archer

shrugged. "As long as I'm alive, I

won't let you hurt her." "What the hell are you talking about? Did you know that your grandmother fell ill

gel?

because she found out that you picked this woman?" Do you even care about your own family anymore?"

"What's wrong with her? She's optimistic, charismatic, and has a good character!" Archer pursed his lips. "Do you even think that the woman Grandma chose is suitable for me? If she's sick, I'll give her a call." "Archer Song! Don't push your luck, young man. Your family has already compromised greatly, just so you could enter the entertainment circle! No matter what you say, we are the ones who will decide whom you should marry and whom you should not!"

"Oh, it's up to you again? Everything's up to you!" A

bloodthirsty light glinted in his eyes He was completely enraged. "Why the hell should I listen to you? This is my life, and you don't get to decide for me! Can't I even decide by myself on whom I want to marry? Don't push me to the edge!"

"You're the only heir of our family-"

"I don't give a shit!" Archer interrupted his father. "With my own hard work, I can make a difference! I haven't relied on the family's wealth for so many years. And I don't even want the title of the family's heir at

all!"

"Okay, okay! Don't think that I'm not capable of doing anything to that woman, just because you're protecting her!"

'Tm more than aware how capable you are, Dad!" Archer groaned. "If you want to do something about it, try me! Come what may, I'm on her side!" After that, before his father could say another word, he slammed his phone to the ground and it shattered into pieces.

The driver was trembling, but the doctor was surprisingly calm. "Young master, please don't lose your temper. I'm going to inject you an anesthetic. If I can't deal with your wound, I'm going to lose my job as well."

"Then hurry the fuck up!" Archer shouted.

Meanwhile, Aisha was squatting down outside the door as if she had lost her strength to stand. His own flesh and blood wanted to kill her?

After a while, she heard them talk inside the apartment again. "Young master, the wound has been sterilized and treated. We must go now." "Okay," said Archer.

Aisha stood up and pushed the door open.

"You're back so soon?" Archer looked at her with a smile.

"Yeah." Aisha nodded, her eyes were as tranquil as a spring. "I forgot to bring money came back after a short walk just came back to grab some money and buy you food. "Forget it. I've lost my appetite. Archer got up and walked towards Aisha, gently stroking her hair. "You can leave now. I need to get some rest," he said to the driver and the doctor.

"Yes, young master," said the duo as they went out and closed the door behind them.

The room was suddenly engulfed in silence. Aisha held Archer's arm and urged, "You should go to bed."