2D CEO Or ANGEL OF DEATH
CHAPTER 37 - TREATING WOUNDS

..."No matter how small the wound is, it will be severe if it is not treated." - Ezryl...

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Jihan and Ezryl entered the apartment carrying several shopping bags. There are so many kitchen items that they have, maybe because Jihan wants to learn to cook or maybe because Ezryl wants to cook a lot of delicious food for Jihan.

"You rest, I'll take care of this" said Jihan as she pinched her brown long-haired horse.

"I'm a hard man. Is that a break? In less than a year I will rest in peace" said Ezryl, opening the shopping bag.

"Ryl," muttered Jihan. His eyes stared at Ezryl with a gaze that he was difficult to describe. Is that sympathy? I don't know, he can't explain it either.

"What if we cook right away?" ezryl said while taking out the spaghetti pack.

"B-get."

Ezryl turned his body towards the refrigerator, then he took an apron hanging beside the refrigerator. The man approached Jihan. "Han."

Jihan turned to face Ezryl. The girl raised both eyebrows as Ezryl held down the apron and tied it to the back of Jihan's body.

"I'll teach you how to cook" said Ezryl softly.

"I'm worried that it will taste strange, hehehe," Jihan chuckled at her later tasteless cooking.

"As long as I'm by your side, your cooking must be good."

"Wahhh, your confidence is so high!" yelled Jihan while staring at Ezryl.

"Hahaha.. since when did the angel of death humble themselves?"

They both laughed out loud. Jihan sees what Ezryl is doing and she follows him. Ezryl took a cutting board and a knife, he peeled an onion beside Jihan.

"Let me cut it!" jihan said enthusiastically.

Ezryl gave Jihan a knife and onions while she went to get some meat and washed it. Then he chopped the meat into small pieces. Currently they are busy preparing the main ingredients for cooking spagetti carbonara, both standing next to each other in that simple kitchen.

"Ryl, all of a sudden I want to have a cafe. Haha."

"Great idea!" exciting Ezryl. The man looked towards Jihan. "What kind of cafe?"

"Eum .. I have in mind right now anyway, I want to have a cafe where people can let go of their tiredness, frustration and sadness by going to my cafe."

"Then, after being in the cafe, they will regain their lost spirit and mood" continued Jihan again.

"Let me guess, you want to open a quiet cafe treated to delicious desserts?!"

"You're right!" Jihan rounded her eyes, the corners of her lips curving up creating a smile.

"Aww!" cry Jihan suddenly. His hand was slashed by a knife while cutting onions. Ezryl who saw that, he immediately washed his hands in the sink beside him, then he rushed to grab the bloody finger of Jihan and snacked on it.

Panic was seen emanating from Ezryl's behavior, while Jihan was riveted, the pain was instantly gone when Ezryl's lips touched her finger. There was a thump tickling his chest, whether it was from surprise because of Ezryl's quick response or because of Ezryl's warm touch? But the thought quickly Jehan tempis shook his head. For her, she was now a wife, let alone her husband still alive, just amnesia.

"Follow me," said Ezryl, drawing Jihan's hand. Jihan only followed Ezryl's burly back obediently.

Upon arrival in the living room, Ezryl told Jihan to sit down, while he took a P3K box in a glass cabinet not far from the refrigerator. The man also did not forget to get a glass of water and rushed towards Jihan.

"Drink first" said Ezryl, offering water, and he sat down next to Jihan. He opened the P3K box and removed the antiseptic liquid.

"It's just a small wound" said Jihan, holding Ezryl's arm, which was opening the lid of the antiseptic liquid.

"No matter how small the wound is, it will be severe if it is not treated" Ezryl explained, holding Jihan's hand. Look at his eyes can not he divert from the face of the beautiful girl in front of him.

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SERIATE...