“Stop it, you. You clearly want to go to sleep, and you’re using the baby as an excuse,” Jackson exclaimed snobbishly. “It’s agreed. We’re sleeping together. Don’t touch me or I won’t be able to sleep well and wake up tonight, and... Do whatever you want.”
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Night time, Smith Estate.
Jett drove Alejandro back from the hospital and helped him into a wheelchair. However, this time, it was no longer an act.
Don Smith had prohibited Alejandro from getting medical treatment in the hospital for his legs, so he was discharged early. From now on, a personal doctor would administer an IV to him in order to decrease the inflammation.
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