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Chapter 308
Chapter 308
Chapter 308 It Feels Nice to Touch Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.
This unexpected turn of events left Jean momentarily stunned. He did not expect Neera’s impromptu action while in such a dazed state.
However, Neera’s mind was in disarray, and she failed to grasp the significance of the situation. Thus, she mindlessly lowered her clothing, exposing the injury to him.
Upon realizing what had just transpired, Jean was taken aback, and his gaze was swiftly drawn to the bruise on her lower back. As his eyes locked onto the sizable contusion, his expression abruptly stiffened.
Despite applying medicinal ointment at the hospital earlier, the swelling persisted, bearing evident signs of a substantial impact.
His expression darkened, and he could not resist the impulse to touch the affected area gently.
A jolt of sensation surged through Neera as if an electric current had passed through her, causing her to involuntarily flinch the instant Jean’s fingertips brushed against her skin.
This dual sensation, pain, and an unexpected tingling shattered the drowsy haze that had enveloped her for most of the day, snapping her back to full consciousness. A wave of heat flushed her cheeks.
Had she lost her mind?
Why had she so naturally allowed him to lift her clothing?
Was she out of her senses?
Simultaneously berating herself internally, Neera involuntarily took a couple of steps backward, a trace of embarrassment coloring her features.
Observing her action
Can raised an eyebrow subtly, retracting his hand in response.
A gesture that Neera, thou
not wishing to see it, certainly noticed.
Touching her cheek, Neera’s mind was filled with a mixture of chagrin and disbelief. Why had she reacted so awkwardly?
While battling these internal musings, Jean maintained his composed demeanor, his voice resonating with depth as he asked, “Is the injury severe? Did you have it checked out?”
Neera shook her head, her voice soft, possibly due to lingering embarrassment.
“No, it’s likely just a bruise. It’s not serious. I have bruises, redness, and swelling often and they take a while to fade.”
Observing her response, Jean smirked, his expression taking on a chilly edge.
She had always been calm, so such an injury might have happened from a conflict.
“You told me that you were in an accident on the phone earlier. What exactly happened?”
Her pause was met with Jean’s probing question, and after a moment of hesitation, Neera replied, “I went out during the day and had a conflict with the Garcia family, especially Roxanne. Although I sustained an injury, I managed to retaliate more effectively, and Roxanne ended up worse off than I did.”
Jean’s features darkened at this revelation, a clear sign of his displeasure.
Nevertheless, learning that Roxanne had not escaped unscathed tempered his anger to some extent.
The conversation shifted to the triplets once again, prompted by Jean, “The bodyguard mentioned that the triplets were taken by an unfamiliar woman. ! came to ask about it.”
Neera reassured him, “It’s alright, that’s my assistant, Katy. She’s trustworthy. I entrusted her to pick them up.”
Satisfied with her explanation, Jean offered no further comment.
Intending to leave, he started walking, yet after only a couple of steps, he turned his head slightly to regard her, his voice a measured baritone, “Have you had dinner?”
Neera shook her head, replying, “Not yet, but it’s fine. Katy should bring something when she returns with the children.”
Jean glanced at his watch and spoke decisively, “Don’t wait for her. Have dinner at my place. It’s already prepared.”
Instinctively, Neera was going to decline, but the look in his eyes made it apparent that he would not take no for an answer. Reluctantly, she agreed, “Alright.”
“Then I’ll change upstairs,” she added.
Observing her attire, Jean’s gaze lingered on her pajamas momentarily before nodding, “Go ahead. I’ll wait here.”
Neera nodded in response and quickly made her way upstairs to change. When she returned, she followed Jean to his neighboring residence.
Upon seeing her, Richard greeted her with a warm smile, promptly adding another set of bowls and cutlery.
Expressing her gratitude, Neera took her seat across from Jean, and the meal began.
Fatigue seemed to have dampened her appetite, and she ate only a small portion. As she set her chopsticks down, her gaze inadvertently fell upon the man’s fingers, which bore a certain adornment, which was the wedding ring.
Taken aback, she felt a surge of delicate emotions coursing through her.
Unexpectedly, he wore it.