Chapter 847 It Turns Out That I Fell In Love With You (1/2)
”Will he love you more than I do?” Nicholas sneered, his face full of rage.
”He loves me and respects me. He never forces me to do anything I don't want to do.” Janice's heart was full of hatred. She would never forget that the devil hurt her again and again for the sake of curing her. It was a nightmare to her every night when she was with him.
”If I hadn't spent four billion dollars on your disease research, you would have died. What did he do for you?” Nicholas was so angry that he threw her on the sofa.
”What are you doing? Don't come over! Don't come over!” Janice tried her best to hide herself, but to no avail.
”Help, Jim, help --” Janice cried out desperately.
Two hours later, Nicholas let go of her contentedly.
His fingers gently stroked her tearful face. ”Let me tell you a secret. You are not completely recovered. Every five years, you have to use the life vitality invented by me for you, or it will relapse. Only I have the formula of life vitality. If I die, you have to die with me.”
The softness in Janice's eyes disappeared and was replaced by coldness. She looked at the man in front of her with hatred. She just wanted to drink his blood and eat his flesh.
”If I lose Jim, I would rather die.” She rushed to the side of the tea table, picked up the fruit knife on it and pricked her pulse. Nicholas rushed over and grabbed the handle of the knife. ”Are you crazy?”
”I'm crazy. You've made me unable to live. I don't need to wait for five years. I'm going to die now.” Janice cried.
”Enough!” Nicholas roared, his silvery green eyes flashing an extremely painful look. ”I'm an American, not as conservative as the Asian. And I love you very much. I'm willing to do anything for you. So, I can give you half to him...”
”No, he's a public figure. I'm his girlfriend and often followed by paparazzi. I can only come here once a week,”
Janice said.
Nicholas frowned and said, ”Margret, there's one more thing I haven't told you. I'm doing a new research for you and us. I want to separate the DNA of your disease from your genes so that you can give birth to a completely healthy child for me.”
Hearing this, Janice's eyes lit up and she jumped up, ”Is that true, Nicholas?”
”Of course, I always like to challenge.” Nicholas shrugged.
”Will it work?” Janice asked.
”Your disease is incurable. I have cured it, haven't I?” Nicholas said confidently.
Janice believed in his ability. He was a rare medical genius in the world, and most importantly, he had financial resources. His family was in charge of the top medical and medical equipment group in the world.