Chapter 79 - Jocelyn Lying on The Hospital Bed, Unconscious

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Aren followed the instruction Solo gave him and went to the ward where Jocelyn was staying.

Under the white blanket lay Jocelyn’s thin and weak body.

“No… please don’t hit me again.”

On the hospital bed, Jocelyn sobbed softly. Large and large tears flowed down from the corners of her eyes.

Aren, who was standing at the door, heard Jocelyn’s sobbings. His expression changed, and he quickly walked to Jocelyn’s bed.

Because Jocelyn’s back was facing the door, Aren did not see her face. Now he stood beside Jocelyn’s bed.

Looking down, he saw Jocelyn’s red and swollen face.

On her exquisite and beautiful face was a blood-red palm print, and her face was covered in tears. Her nose twitched from time to time, and her hair was in a messy state.

It made Aren boiling with anger.

‘Who was it that dared to treat Jocelyn so awfully? Aren carefully reached out and stroked Jocelyn’s red and swollen face.

In her sleep, Jocelyn could feel the gentle touch on her face. Instinctively, she rubbed her face against Aren’s palm.

She was like a small animal, pitiful and cute, instantly melting Aren’s iron heart.

Aren looked at Jocelyn with a softness that he wasn’t aware of.

“It hurts… Can you stop hitting me?”

Jocelyn’s tears wetted Aren’s palm. Her soft cries for forgiveness were like a dagger that stabbed fiercely into Aren’s heart, making his heart tremble and ache.

“No one is going to hit you anymore. With me here, no one is going to hit you.” Aren sat down on the edge of Jocelyn’s bed and gently patted her back with his hand to give her some comfort. But she saw that Jocelyn was frowning and tears were running down her face in streams.

The sound of Jocelyn crying became louder, which frightened Aren who retracted his hand immediately.

Did he pat her too hard just now? Aren thought uncertainty.

“Why are you so fragile? What a toy.” Aren wiped the tears from Jocelyn’s face with his thumb and patted her back gently.

However, Jocelyn continued to scream in pain. She cried harder and harder, and she even started hiccuping.

“It hurts… It hurts… Stop hitting me, please stop hitting me.”

At last, Aren realized that something was wrong.

His patting couldn’t possibly have hurt Jocelyn because he didn’t use any force at all.

Moreover, he had seen with his own eyes that Jocelyn didn’t even cry or scream when she was confronted with a group of gangsters.

‘The only explanation was that her back was seriously injured so that even the gentlest pat could give her a sharp pain.

Realizing that, Aren instantly became solemn. He stood up and went to the door of the ward. After locking the door, he returned to Jocelyn’s bed.

He lifted the blanket over Jocelyn and exposed her skinny body to the air.

Suddenly losing the source of warmth, Jocelyn couldn’t help but wrap her arms around her shoulders.

Jocelyn didn’t change into the hospital gown when she was carried in.

Her beautiful dress was stained with blood.

Aren frowned and unzipped Jocelyn’s back.

As the zipper went down inch by inch, Jocelyn’s back was gradually exposed in front of Aren. On the snow-white back, there was a purple mark.

The bluish-purple and swelling mark ran down Jocelyn’s back. There were even some places where the skin was broken. This was probably why her dress was bloodstained.

At the sight of her badly beaten back, Aren became vigilant and fierce, like a lion that was about to hunt.

His fingers gently touched the bruise, making Jocelyn shudder uncontrollably.

In addition to the bruise on her back, Aren also noticed that her ankle, which was not covered at all, was already swollen like a doughnut, forming a clear contrast with her other slender ankle.

“No matter who did this to you, I will make them pay the price.”

“You are my woman. No one can hurt you but me,” Aren said seriously..