Unstoppable Unforgiven (Shermaine and Joshua) novel Chapter 321

Chapter 321

Ruth hardly looked her age. She seemed younger and more elegant than many women in their thirties.

Jameson thought that if she hadn’t been so domineering, maybe he wouldn’t have cheated and gotten mixed up with Natalie.

Ruth’s eyes were warm as she took the medicine to Richard.

Jameson, curious, sneaked after her to see who she was giving it to.

When he realized it was Richard, the man who’d been repeatedly targeting him, he erupted in anger.

‘So that’s why Richard kept messing with me–because of Ruth,‘ he thought.

Just like Madeline, Ruth was having an affair while still married. ‘How dare she shame me like this?‘ he thought.

Ruth didn’t stay long in the ward. After dropping off the medicine and giving some instructions, she stepped out, right into Jameson’s furious stare.

At the sight of him, Ruth’s face fell. Without a word, she slapped him so hard that his nose bled, cutting off whatever he was about to say.

“You’re insane! Why hit me?” he yelled.

Ruth sneered, unbuckling the belt around her waist. “Because you ask for it.”

Jameson flinched at the belt, remembering past beatings. “You’re a maniac. I cheated, but you’re no better–running around with another man!”

She whipped the belt across his back, making him yelp.

Inside the ward, Richard watched with satisfaction. ‘That old scumbag needs a beating. Go ahead, Ruthie. I’ll handle any trouble,’ he thought.

After Jameson fled, Ruth was still fuming, but she had to buy food for Ross. Buckling her belt, she left the hospital for a restaurant across the street.

Jameson was so spooked by the beating that he yelled about divorce, covered his head, and bolted. When he got back, Natalie’s allergic reaction hadn’t improved. She was so swollen that she looked like a balloon about to pop, which was beyond repulsive.

Natalie couldn’t stand her own appearance, her emotions totally unraveled. Those dense red spots terrified her.

“How could she suddenly be allergic?‘ Jameson wondered. She’d never had issues with red wine or steak. She used to eat and drink them all the time.

Thinking about Ruth speaking softly to Richard, Jameson felt a stab of bitterness.

At least he didn’t have to look at her for long. Learning Tim was also in the hospital, Jameson used visiting Danielle as an excuse, grabbed a fruit basket, and headed over.

Tim’s face flickered when he saw Jameson, but he quickly regained his composure. “Mr. Jean, what brings you here?”

“Just came to see Danielle.” Jameson set down the fruit. “Jason’s on his way back. He’ll stop by soon.”

But Danielle wasn’t in the ward.

“Where is she?” Jameson asked.

“Next door,” Tim replied.

Next door? Jameson didn’t pry.

As far as he was concerned, Jason and Danielle’s relationship was a sure thing. No need to hurry.

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Chapter 321

About ten minutes later, Asson withved

He didn’t have a helicopten had had come back by car baily, but the long, rough trip had detayeri him.

Jason greeted Tim politely “th. Shally.”

Tim nodded slightly either cold nor warm.

When Jason didn’t see Danielle, he pressed his lips together, looking uneasy.

Jameson prompted. “Tim, who is Daniella visiting next door? Why hasn’t she come back?”

Tim flipped through a book casually. “She has to be willing to come back first.” He added deliberately, “I called her several times, but she wouldn’t listen. Her leg is in a cast, but she keeps sneaking next door. This brat is so frustrating.*

Hearing that, Jameson sensed something was off.

He thought, “Really? He doesn’t look the least bit frustrated. He’s too busy playing Phantom Epoch.

In the adjacent ward, Danielle sat by the bed, her fingers tracing Ross‘ brows and features. The man, who had been deeply asleep, suddenly opened his

eyes.

Their gazes locked.

Danielle casually pulled her hand back. “You’re awake.”

“Yeah.” Ross voice was hoarse. “Had a dream.”

“What about?”

“Dreamt a kitten kept scratching my face.”

Danielle looked away sheepishly, changing the subject. “Thirsty?”

“Yeah.”

She handed him a glass of water she’d prepared, fitted with a straw for easy sipping.

Just then, Jameson peeked in under the pretense of making a call and saw them.

When Ross finished the water, Danielle asked, “More?”

“No, thanks.”

She set the glass down. “Unbutton your shirt. I need to change your dressing.”

“Can’t use my hands. Help me.” It wasn’t a request but a command.

Danielle hesitated, then started unbuttoning. She suddenly remembered how she’d once begged to strip him, asking when he’d let her rip his clothes off

for sex.

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