Let's Get Married

Chapter 731: The Men Falling in Love

Lily is stunned for a moment. Then, she remembers who Karl is referring to. She has seen Jasmine at the wedding before. At that time, she sent the drunk Pehry home with Jasmine and saved a number.

"I do. I send it to you now?"

"Alright, thank you."

"You're welcome." She casually asks, "Karl, why do you ask for Jasmine's phone number?"

Karl sighs helplessly. "Isn't it because of Pehry? I don't know what's wrong between him and Jasmine and they quarreled. Yesterday, he was drunk and had a stomachache. I think it's useless to persuade him. Why don't I talk to Jasmine about it?"

It will be fine if either of them has a clear mind.

Lily nods. "I can tell that Pehry likes her very much. Tell her properly. That girl also looks very reasonable."

"Alright, we'll talk later. Bye."

After hanging up the phone, Karl immediately calls the number Lily gives him. He behaves like a father.

At six o'clock in the morning, the phone rings for a long time but no one answers. Only when Karl hears the voice coming out from the microphone saying, "Sorry, the call you made was temporarily unanswered" does he hang up.

Jasmine is probably still asleep.

Just as he is about to put his phone aside and calls back later, the phone in his palm suddenly vibrates. He looks down and sees that it is the number he has just dialed.

He immediately picks it up, "Hello, is that Miss Jasmine?"

Jasmine is staying in the hospital. Her father suddenly falls ill and many things are still in the hotel. Bridget is a little weak, so her aunt goes to take them. She stays with her father on the first night after the operation.

"Hello, this is Jasmine. May I ask who you are?" Jasmine doesn't sleep for a whole night, and she looks depressed. She wakes up a little when she hears the male voice.

"It's me, Karl. You saw me at Lily's wedding. Remember?" Afraid that she wouldn't be able to remember, Karl explains to her patiently, "At that time, you couldn't find Pehry. I was the one who brought you to him."

At six o'clock in the morning, Jasmine still feels a little dizzy. She thinks for a while before she finds a little memory from the deepest part of her brain.

"Ah ... I know you." Jasmine asks doubtfully, "You are a doctor, right?"

"Yes." When Karl sees that she still remembers him, he heaves a sigh of relief and doesn't beat around the bush. "Well, the reason I disturb you early in the morning is because I want to talk to you about Pehry," he says straightforwardly.

Pehry?

Jasmine is a little surprised, "What happened to him?"

"He got drunk after quarreling with you last night. He had a stomachache early this morning. He's very bad now. He won't listen to anyone's advice, so I hope you can meet me and do me a favor."

Jasmine bites her lips and looks at the patient on the bed. Aunt says that she would bring breakfast to replace her at seven this morning. At that time, she can go to rest.

She can leave the hospital temporarily, but Jasmine hesitates, "Is he alright now?"

"Not very good." Karl describes Pehry's situation a little more seriously. He doesn't mean to deceive Jasmine, but the problem has to be solved. So he has no choice but to lie to Jasmine.

Jasmine feels a little guilty. Thinking about her father's medical expenses and the quarrel last night, she ponders for a moment before agreeing, "My aunt will come to the hospital to take the place of me in the morning, but I need to rest for a while. I need to accompany my father for the examination in the afternoon, and I will have time this evening."

Hearing her agree, Karl feels relieved. The evening is the best time. After all, after drinking all night, Pehry has to wake up in the evening.

"No problem. I'll pick you up at the hospital at eight o'clock in the evening. I won't influence your dinner."

"Alright, I'll see you tonight."

Karl has persuaded Jasmine, but he is afraid that Pehry would not forgive what happened last night. Karl calls him at six o'clock.

"Where are you?"

Pehry is sitting in a health preserving porridge restaurant not far from the clubhouse. He looks at the porridge in the bowl and eats a little "Eat."

"What do you eat?"

"Porridge."

"Alright, you have inflammation of your stomach now. Don't eat anything cold or spicy."

"I don't." Pehry puts the spoon aside. He still feels a headache. "Why are you calling me?"

"I have an appointment with Jasmine tonight at eight o'clock. I'll bring her to you. You can have a good chat."

"Who?" Pehry raises his hand and rubs his ear, doubting that he hasn't heard it clearly. "Who did you say?"

"Jasmine."

"Holy shit!" Pehry suddenly stands up from his chair and almost knocks over the water beside him. "Are you serious?"

"Really, I'm not joking." Compared to his fuss, Karl is very calm. "I'm telling you. Don't complain too much when I bring her over."

Pehry is so angry when he heard Karl's indifferent words. He even doesn't call Karl "brother". "Who told you to bring her to me?"

He looked like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, which made Karl know that his anger was not directed at him, but that he was afraid of facing difficulties.

Although he is always vicious, he is afraid of seeing Jasmine.

Karl knows what he is thinking about. So he doesn't quarrel with Pehry. "If you have anything to say, say it by yourself. Don't sneak y and be a coward," Karl says.

Without waiting for Pehry to reply, Karl hangs up the phone.

When the phone is hung up, Pehry is in an extremely bad mood. Especially the last word "coward" makes him so embarrassed.

Damn!

How does he know that he wants to leave the club tonight?

Pehry is very anxious, extremely anxious. He raises his wrist and looks at the expensive watch. It was almost eight o'clock, and there is only an hour left before he can see Jasmine, that ungrateful woman.

The assistant looks at the boss who seems to be going to quarrel with someone, and then looks at the porridge. "Mr. Pehry, this porridge is getting cold...."

Pehry stares at him, and the next second, he directly picks up the bowl on the table and drinks the half bowl of porridge in one breath.

It is as if the bowl isn't filled with porridge, but half a glass of whisky.

The assistant is stunned. He quickly stands up and hands over the tissue, "Mr. Pehry, drink slowly. Don't choke."

Pehry puts down the empty bowl and walks out of the restaurant. He looks solemn and stirring, as if he is going to the execution ground.

The assistant looks at the tall figure and shakes his head. Then he sighs with emotion. Love can totally change a person. However, Mr. Pehry, who has completely changed, is indeed ... a little cute.Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.