Chapter 686 Ethan Will be Able to Leave the Hospital in Twenty Days
Ben was also angry. "You said you had an emergency and ran off to buy grapefruits?"
"Someone over there was selling grapefruits and asked if I had just been released. I have a face full of righteousness; do I look like someone who would end up in jail?" Tom continued, feeling that she didn't recognize his worth.
Jasmine and Ben exchanged a glance and sighed helplessly, amused.
"These grapefruits are pretty sweet. Don't waste them." Tom placed the peeled grapefruits neatly into a plastic bag, showing a surprising talent for peeling them.
Jasmine took a piece and tasted it which was quite sweet, actually.
"She wasn't lying, was she?" Tom asked while driving.
Jasmine shook her head. "Pretty sweet."
Tom nodded in satisfaction. "That's good. Then I won't mind her saying I look like a criminal."
Ben stifled a laugh. "You do kind of look like one, the kind that hasn't been reformed yet."
They amused Jasmine, and she couldn't help but laugh.
Tom raised an eyebrow at Ben as if to say, "See, I told you I could make her laugh."
Ben secretly gave Tom a thumbs-up.
When Jasmine got home, she was exhausted.
The Douglas family was facing an unprecedented crisis, and it was really hard for her to handle it alone.
The day she returned from Muskow, Vincent told her to wait at the airport until three o'clock. But even when the plane was about to take off, he didn't show up.
She wondered if Vincent was reliable.
As she opened the door, Jasmine suddenly noticed the lock.
Had someone been in here?
She looked down at the doormat and saw shoe prints. There was also a pair of shoes neatly placed on the shoe rack.
Ethan was back?
"Ethan!" Jasmine ran excitedly to the living room, but as soon as she reached the sofa, her body froze, and a chill ran down her spine.
It was Vincent, not Ethan.
Vincent was wrapped in a towel, brushing his teeth with a new toothbrush he had found somewhere. His hair was wet, and his upper body was bare, with water droplets sliding down.
"Is this new?" Vincent asked, holding up a change of clothes that belonged to Ethan.
Even if they were new, she felt a little bit weird!
Jasmine was too shocked to react for a long time.
"You," Jasmine stammered, looking at the door lock. "How did you get in?"
Was he even human?
"Your password was easy to crack," Vincent said innocently.
"Who let you into my house? Get out!" Jasmine stepped forward to grab Ethan's clothes, trembling all over.
He was terrifying.
She really didn't know if she had called back a person or a ghost.
"Jasmine, are you burning bridges?" Vincent said, biting his toothbrush and trapping Jasmine against the wall. "You called me back, and I have nowhere to stay. So I can only stay at your place."
Jasmine was so angry she couldn't say a word, glaring at Vincent with fury and pushing him away. "Fine, you stay here. I'll leave."
Vincent chuckled and grabbed Jasmine's collar. "I'm afraid of strangers. I suggest you stay with me."
"In your dreams!" Jasmine warned Vincent. "If you try anything inappropriate, I won't let you off."
"What inappropriate things should I do?" Vincent said, feigning realization and moving closer to Jasmine. "Are you giving me ideas?"
"You better get out of my house now." Jasmine pointed to the door.
"I told you, I'm homeless. If you want to use me against Owen, you have to provide me with a place to stay. There are too many people outside who want to kill me. Hiding in plain sight." Vincent went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth. "Do you really think I want to stay in this dump? It's not even as good as my mental hospital."
Jasmine felt like she was going to be driven mad by this lunatic.
"San Fransisco has changed a lot in the years I've been away," Vincent said shamelessly, sitting directly on Ethan and Jasmine's bed.
"Don't sit on our bed," Jasmine demanded, trying to get Vincent off.
Ethan had a cleanliness obsession. If he found out, he might kill him.
"I'm hungry," Vincent said, roughly drying his long hair.
His long hair was really eye-catching.
"If you don't want to die quickly, cut your hair," Jasmine advised.
Vincent's long hair didn't look out of place. But his appearance was already striking, and the long hair made him even more of a target.
"Ever since I was kidnapped in place of Ethan, I decided to grow my hair long. There has to be some way to distinguish between us. Otherwise, those idiots will keep grabbing the wrong person." Vincent showed no intention of leaving the bed, instead lying down on it.
Jasmine clenched her fists in anger.
"Before thirteen, we always shared identities. He was Ethan, the eldest son of the Douglas family, Wesley's beloved grandson. I was just a shadow, the one who took the fall, got kidnapped, and faced assassination attempts."
Jasmine watched Vincent warily, unsure of his intentions.
Suddenly, Vincent sat up, a smile playing on his lips. "Does that mean I can share his life now? If he dies, his son and wife would be mine, right?"
Jasmine took a deep breath, went to the bathroom, filled a basin with cold water, and splashed it on Vincent's face.
The entire bed was soaked.
Jasmine had no intention of sharing a room with Vincent.
Vincent could forget about sleeping in Ethan's and her bed.
"Wake up, stop dreaming," Jasmine said, throwing the basin aside and walking out of the bedroom. "You can sleep here alone. I'm going back to the Cunningham family."
Vincent smiled meaningfully, not stopping Jasmine from leaving.
If he wanted something, he would stop at nothing to get it.
Ethan was unconscious for a day and night after surgery before his fever subsided at the private hospital.
"Your burn area is too large, and recovery will take time. Just stay here and follow the doctor's orders. If you behave, you can be discharged in twenty days to recuperate at home."
Ethan lay on the bed, opening his eyes resentfully. "If I'm not out in twenty days, I'll make sure you end up here."
Connor smirked. "Still acting tough? If I beat you up now, I'd definitely win."
"Are you even human?" Ethan gritted his teeth. "I want to see Jasmine. Give me my phone."
Ethan's living room had surveillance cameras, so when he missed Jasmine, he would watch the footage.
But he had to negotiate with Connor first.
"It's not impossible," Connor said, taking out Ethan's phone and waving it. "I remember our birthdays are close, but I think I'm a few days older. When we were kids, I asked you to call me 'big bro,' but you weren't too willing."
Ethan glared at Connor. "If you want to die, just say so."
"You can't beat me," Connor said smugly.
Just as Ethan was about to curse, Connor's phone rang.
Connor glanced at it; it was Jasmine.
"Jasmine is calling me."
Ethan's face darkened further as he grabbed the phone, intending to check the living room surveillance.
Did he open the wrong camera?
Why was there a man in his house, and why wasn't he wearing clothes?
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
