Unexpectedly Sweet Flash Marriage

Chapter 150 Mr. Curtis Was an Old Rascal Who Would Say Anything

Chapter 150 Mr. Curtis Was An Old Rascal Who Would Say Anything

“Curtis!” Adeline squealed with coquetry, blushing, "You... you wear it yourself!"

Adeline thought, "You filthy old rascal!"

How could he say that?

Curtis came forward with a calm look and sincerely held her hand, "How about starting with ordinary-style black silk stockings? You've just had an effect on our therapy. You need to consolidate curative effect."

How could Adeline not know what Curtis was thinking. She threw away his hand and said, "Shame on you!"

And then, with a bang, she locked herself in the master bedroom.

Curtis chuckled outside the door.

"Addie, I know you and I aren't close enough right now. I'll wait. When you give yourself to me once and for all, you will find that these are normal marital stuffs. It doesn't matter..."

Before the words were finished, Adeline shouted inside the door, "Deduct twenty points! Curtis, your score is now negative!"

Curtis was speechless...

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Logan, on the other hand, rushed to Jodie's house in the countryside without even looking at his phone.

Jodie pointed to a small white three-story house not far away, "That's my house."

Logan froze for a moment, feeling that the house was not as he had imagined.

In his mind, he thought that the delicate Jodie should live in one of those run-down old houses.

Jodie knew what Logan was thinking and quickly explained, "The house has just been built and is relatively new. Last time, the villagers said our house was dilapidated and asked us to rebuild it. Thanks to you for lending me 30 thousand dollars."

Jodie lowered her head and said, "We haven't repaid all the money. So I borrowed from you..."

Logan tapped Jodie on the shoulder, "It's OK, my money is not used for financial management. I lent it to you, and you promised to pay me interest! This is also financial management!"

Jodie took a deep breath, "In that case, let's go."

A few steps closer, they heard pleas for mercy.

"Ah! Stop hitting, stop hitting!" Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Jodie's heart skipped a beat and she ran after Logan.

He came in and saw Mr. Cook slapping himself.

Mrs. Cook, who had obviously been severely beaten, with her hair disheveled and blood all over her mouth, forehead and body, fell to the ground and held Mr. Cook's hand.

"Please stop. I know you don't want to hit me. It's all that disease!"

Mr. Cook continued to slap himself in the face, "It's my fault that I have this weird disease! You'd better let me die!"

Meanwhile, Jodie's brother stood by, watching the scene and secretly wiping tears.

"Mom!" cried Jodie, rushing to hug Mrs. Cook, who was covered in blood.

Mr. Cook also began to cry, "You call the police to arrest me! Put me in jail and I won't hit anyone again."

Jodie let go of her mother and shouted at her father, "Dad, no. We all need to be together as a family. We can overcome any problems together."

Logan was impressed by what he saw and felt a little emotional.

He remembered that Adeline and her mother were beset with terribly contradictions and had to call the police to arrest someone. What a difference!

He was unable to resist his desire to help that family, so he walked toward Jodie's brother and asked with concern, "What's going on?"

Jodie's brother shook his head and sighed, "The doctor said it was mania. He said that stress led to rage and aggression. When he hits someone, he doesn't respond if we call him. He looks like he is in a trance and will just beat my mom to death."

"Did the doctor say how to treat it?" Logan asked.

Jodie's brother looked at Logan embarrassedly, "Yes, but it's too expensive. The doctor explained a lot of technical terms that we cannot understand, saying this treatment will cost at least 40 thousand dollars."

"Are there any other problems besides money? You said Mr. Cook was under a lot of stress. We should try to find out what the problem is."

After hearing that, Mr. Cook wailed, "It's all my fault. It's my fault. If it wasn't me..."