My Past is Just Prologue (Janet and Nathaniel)

Chapter 399 Nice Touch Feeling

At this moment, he forgot the current danger, the pressure in his heart, the entanglement between him and Janet in the past, and even his own name.

He was like a lone wolf in the wilderness, when he met a girl who was willing to submit to him, he could only feel the unforgettable throbbing in his heart. Janet, who was on the opposite side, had her heart skip a beat by Donahueiel's words.

After just a few days, he lost weight, and a circle of stubble appeared on his chin.

The tie with dark blue stripes that was wrapped on his palm was stained blood.

His eyes were like a wild beast, looking at her possessively, and he now seemed wild and unruly compared to his usual noble and cold.

All of a sudden, Janet's pupils contracted violently, her eyes locked behind Donahueiel, and she shouted loudly.

"Be careful..."

The whistling wind suddenly blew up, and the thin man with tattooed arms, catching the opportunity of Donahueiel being absent- minded, soared into the air, raised the steel pipe in his hand high, and slammed it down on Donahueiel fiercely.

With a cold face, Donahueiel tried to block it with his backhand, but it was too late, and the steel pipe fell on him heavily.

At that very moment, a pair of slender but powerful arms hugged Donahueiel's waist, and both of them fell lightly to one side.

Donahueiel narrowly avoided the frontal blow from the steel pipe, and the steel pipe as thick as an adult's arm hit his left forehead.

Before the thin man and the others took advantage of the chaos to attack again, the bodyguards brought by Janet had already swarmed up and subdued all the thugs. The powerful inertia caused Janet and Donahueiel to fall to the ground, while Janet was on the top of Donahueiel.

Donahueiel seemed to have lost his sense of pain, completely ignoring the injury on his left forehead, and only focused on looking down at the little woman in his arms.

Her hair was fluffy, and a few strands of hair were swaying mischievously in the wind, titillating Donahueiel.

Janet crouched on Donahueiel's chest in shock and gasped. If she hadn't acted in time just now, she couldn't imagine whether Donahueiel could still be alive.

Pressing her small hands on Donahueiel's firm and elastic chest muscles, she propped herself up, which made Donahueiel's eyes dim, and Donahueiel subconsciously reached out to cover Janet's hand. Looking up, Janet raised her eyebrows high.

Donahueiel did not intend to get up, but put one arm under his neck with great interest, stared at her without blinking, and there was a suspicious evil smile on the corner of his mouth.

How does it feel?

In such a messy scene, he had bad intentions for no reason and teased Janet untimely.

Janet was looking at the injury on his head, but only after hearing this did she realize that her hands were still pressing on his chest. She immediately sat up like it was on fire and patted the dust that didn't exist on her palm in

bewilderment.

The touch felt great...

Janet did enjoy the feeling. No matter how busy Donahueiel was, he would keep fit. His body contour was not second to a bodybuilder, who looked slim

with clothes and muscular without clothes.

The image of Donahueiel looking for water topless after taking a shower at

home flashed back in Janet's mind.

When she realized what she was thinking, the tips of her ears turned red.

Of course, Donahueiel caught Janet's changing complexion, and the smile

between his brows and eyes became clearer.

Suddenly Janet turned her head back, looked straight at him, and leaned over again.

Donahueiel held his breath, but he still couldn't escape the sweet fragrance from Janet that rushed toward him when she leaned over.

His eyes fell on Janet's fair and jade-like neck, where there was a light red mark left by the impact just now, which caused ambiguous feeling between

them

Her soft little hand stroked Donahuelel's forehead, causing a numb and sore feeling, as well as a dull pain.

Donahueiel gasped subconsciously and raised his eyes to meet Janet's cold face.

Her petal-like lips moved without emotion.

"You're bleeding."

Donahueiel was speechless.

With two bodyguards' company, Janet drove Donahueiel to the hospital.

"It's not serious. Soft tissue contusion plus a slight concussion, you should stay in the hospital for observation for a few days. If you recover quickly, you can go home in three or four days." After finishing the examination, the doctor gave Janet a few words and went in to apply medicine to Donahueiel.

Janet was relieved, went to the corridor after thinking for a while, and called Alfred.

"Mrs. Webster... Uh, Ms. Longfellow, what's the matter?"

Alfred was so busy that his mind was in a mess at late night. When he saw the caller ID, he subconsciously called Janet Mrs. Webster.

Janet was not in the mood to correct Alfred's slip of the tongue, she leaned against the wall of the corridor. The cold touch calmed her throbbing heart a little.

She glanced back at the ward and ordered quietly, "Donahueiel was injured

and needs to be hospitalized. Come and take care of him."

After telling Alfred the address, Janet hung up the phone directly and didn't

bother to hear Alfred making a fuss.

Squeezing the sore brows, Janet was a little irritable.

She only enjoyed the quiet for a few days after claiming that she had nothing to do with Donahueiel anymore not long ago, then Beacher made this trouble. Janet lifted her foot and kicked the steps not far away. Although Donahueiel's injury was not serious, it was caused by Beacher, and she couldn't just leave

like this.

The doctor walked out of the ward with bloody gauze and cotton balls, and it seemed that the medicine had been applied.

Janet was not in a hurry to go in, she was still leaning against the wall, her frowning eyebrows reflected on the bright and clean floor.

Donahueiel's injury was a bit strange.

He had been trained by special coaches. Over the years, he had also encountered many attacks from his competitors, but every time he could escape unscathed.

But tonight, he stood in place like a log, being unaware of the danger approaching behind him...

Janet had practiced martial arts since she was a child, and she knew that when an external danger struck, the victim would feel it, even if they couldn't fight back in time. But with Donahueiel's ability, dodging th Chanter 399 Nice Touch Feeling

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If he couldn't handle those thugs, he could have waited for Alfred in the car or called the police directly...

Janet stood up straight, with a calm expression on her face, opened the door, and entered the ward.

Donahueiel was half lying on the hospital bed and still looked handsome even with gauze wrapped on his head.

Sitting on the chair by the bed, Janet said calmly with alienation, "How do you feel now, is there any discomfort?" Donahueiel's eyelids drooped feebly, and he even breathed very slowly, looking weak.

He coughed and replied, "It's okay, I'm just a little tired."

Janet's eyes flickered. She would have wondered if Donahueiel had suffered an internal injury if he hadn't just had a thorough examination.

"Are you hungry or thirsty? Do you want to sleep?"

Like a programmed robot, Janet asked expressionlessILike a programmed robot, Janet asked expressionlessly, as if caring about Donahueiel was a boring task.