MAFIA HOBBY FARMING

Chapters. 37. This Wound Is Not Comparable

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The door to Arabelle's room was locked. It's not hard for a Ben to break into a door.

The door opened easily. Ben came in and didn't forget to close the door again.

The wound was quite excruciating because apparently the weapon was laced with poison.

The wound began to turn blue. Ben's back is hard to move.

His gaze fell to the figure where Arabelle was sleeping soundly with a position hugging the bolster.

Shhh

Ben sizzled as he tried to open the leather jacket but could not.

Without a second thought he threw his body on the bed, right next to Arabelle.

Feeling the mattress like a wavy makes a deep sleep Arabelle disturbed.

Slowly the eyes opened.

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That figure made his heart want to explode from being too shocked.

"You!" Arabelle muttered with breath down and stroked the chest.

Ben did not budge, he kept his eyes closed while enduring the excruciating pain. These wounds should be cleaned and treated immediately.

Arabelle immediately got up, then shifted her body on the edge of the bed.

"Why did he get in? though as I recall the door was locked," Arabelle's mind without looking at Ben.

"Can you help me open my shirt?" the hoarse baritone voice made Arabelle's consciousness out of her mind.

"Well undressed?" abelle muttered with widened eyes.

"Don't think I'll eat you!" Ben said as if he knew what was in Arabelle's mind.

Shhh

Ben's hissing trying to get up. Hearing that hiss made Arabelle's heart move to the side.

Both of his eyes glared with gaping mouths finding a bedsheet full of blood. Because Ben was wearing a black jacket so it didn't really highlight the bloodstains.

"You hurt?" said Arabelle with a panicked face.

"Don't ask too many questions."

Arabelle gulped at the sight of the pool of blood. Ben's face was also very pale.

Without a second thought, Arabelle opened the jacket but it was very difficult because Ben always groaned in pain.

He took the scissors and then without asking any questions Ben edited the jacket until it was not fully shaped.

His eyes rolled back and found a deep, blue wound on the back of Ben's arm.

"W-why not get treated right away?" arabelle protested with a panicked face, even as her fingers trembled wanting to touch the wound.

"Stay cleaning with a cotton swab, after that you smear with this medicine," Ben said as he gave the drug in the form of a small bottle, like ordinary water liquid.

"I'm afraid to clean it up" said plainly Arabelle.

"Leave to clean it afraid, I'm the one who got hurt not you. If you don't want to stay, say, I don't want to hear a nonsensical excuse" be not Ben.

"Bu-not so but I'm afraid of blood" he concluded honestly.

"All right! Let me die!" Ben cried out loudly. I don't know why those words escaped his mouth. As if this wasn't Ben Brylee, the dreaded mob boss.

Huh uh???

Ben's cry succeeded in making Arabelle stunned. For some reason his heart heard the word die making his heart go rogue.

Not saying anymore, Arabelle got up, went out of the room to the kitchen. He poured warm water in a small basin. Then go back into the room again.

Arabelle opened the wardrobe, opened the small drawer in the closet. Take out a black handkerchief because he did not find another handkerchief.

"Do you not use alcohol? with warm water it may be painful" suggests Arabelle before cleaning the wound.

"Do it! I'm used to this?" ben said he didn't want Arabelle to talk too much.

"Both are wrong. You'll know that later too. Clean it immediately so that this drug can heal directly," said Ben.

"If not the police or the army is his job? maybe some kind of psychopath or mafia? don't let it," Arabelle's mind seemed to be goosebumps imagining it.

"Are you alive?" syndicate Ben. "Pour this medicine in that water.

"Why is he so much of a gini bacot?" of course, Arabelle dared to speak in her heart while following Ben's orders.

With a trembling hand Arabelle began to attach a handkerchief that had been dipped in warm water.

The look on his face depicts the pain Ben felt. Ben was wounded but it was as if he felt the wound. "Is it really painful?" lirih Arabelle slowly like menhan pain.

"This wound is nothing compared to the wound that the jerk-man scratched!"

Perih of course felt Ben for a moment, but did not last long because the drug as the antidote.

Arabelle heard Ben's statement.

"It looks like you've run out of blood, why has the blood stopped coming out" said Arabelle, a little surprised because after he washed the wound fresh blood stopped flowing.

"You ever go to school?"

"Of course."

"So where do you keep your brains?"

Huh uh????

After cleaning the wound. Arabelle rubbed the thick-scented liquid on the surface of the wound.

"It should be stitched so as not to gap like this" suggested Arabelle.

Ben's not budging. The man was silent with his eyes closed.

"Actually who did that? do you have enemies?" arabelle didn't stop asking.

Ben didn't answer anything. It was a bit upset for Arabelle.

Arabelle thought for a moment.

"You should have asked her for help, not me" Arabelle told Lexsi.

Arabelle's words succeeded in making Ben's residence.

"You're not sincere?"

"Really! How can I sincerely do that, while you treat me even more cruelly" said Arabelle without fear. He has promised himself from yesterday to now that he will not be afraid anymore, no matter what will happen to him. Die off? isn't that what he wanted so much during his time in Ben's shade.

"You're getting a lot of crap?" ben said with a high tone.

Arabelle fell silent, holding his head up, looking up at the ceiling of the narrow room. Instantly his mind just crossed.

Arabelle turned to the side where Ben was closing his eyes with his position still sitting.

He took a long breath.

"Daddy did this?" guess Arabelle got away with it.

Arabelle's question managed to keep Ben's eyes open. Is that really Arabelle's guess? but where could it be because Ben knows it is a member of the mafia.

"What are you accusing that jerk of?" ben said with a hardened jaw.

"That was just my guess because it could have been Daddy's revenge bals because you kidnapped me" concluded Arabelle.

"How can that jerk know me, I'm not a fool!" Ben stressed.

Arabelle clenched her mouth, speechless.

"Why didn't you kill my Daddy?" that speech just escaped from Arabelle's mouth. For months he had been in a firebrush but until now Ben had not killed Almero.

"That's my business. Someday you'll see for yourself, where those moments happen." Papar Ben while smiling grinned, thinking about how the seconds of Almero towards his death.

Arabelle closed her eyes hearing that. Lying if his heart is strong right now, hearing the person he loves so much wants to be eliminated. But he resigned because he could not do anything.

"Go back to your room, it's early morning. It could be that your wife is worried about you because she is thought not to have come home yet," said Arabelle in a tight tone, either claustrophobic because of Almero's problem or tightness when remembering the name Leksi.

Without hearing the babble of Arabelle. Ben laid his body in a tilted position so that the wound was not hit by a mattress. It turned out that the position was facing.Arabelle sat dumbstruck while holding a handkerchief to clean the scar earlier.

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