Reborn as the Boss Lady novel Chapter 20

Chapter 20 A Woman Answered Jerome’s Phone

“Brian.” Jerome’s low voice broke the silence.

Brian immediately eased off the accelerator, slowing the car to make the ride smoother so it wouldn’t disturb Wynne’s sleep.

Wynne was woken by a ringing phone.

Still wrapped in a heavy, suffocating mood, she reached out blindly toward the sound with her eyes still closed.

“Hello?”

Her sleepy voice was icy and sharp.

There was an eerie silence on the other end.

“Speak.”

“Holy crap! Did I dial the wrong number? A woman? And a woman who just woke up? Why is a woman answering Jerome’s phone?!”

Huh?

Jerome?

Before Wynne could fully process it, a large hand took the phone straight from her grasp.

“Vincent. Shut up.”

The moment Jerome spoke, his voice was so cold it was like a wave of freezing air, leaving the person on the other end stunned into silence for a few seconds. That was when Wynne opened her eyes and sat up.

The room was decorated in black and white, minimal and cold, carrying a distinctly detached, unwelcoming atmosphere. There was no trace of life. Even though she had only been here once before, Wynne recognized it instantly. This was Jerome’s bedroom.

“I’m flying back from Rostivia right now. Wait for me on the island!”

The man on the other end of the line was clearly excited, throwing out the words before hanging up.

The room fell silent again.

“Mr. Cromwell…”

Wynne leaned lazily against the headboard, showing no trace of awkwardness even though she was in Jerome’s bedroom.

Nor did she ask a single question about why she was here.

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Chapter 20 A Woman Answered Jerome’s Phone

“Take your clothes off.”

Jerome shot her a cold glance.

He watched her yawn again. Her amber eyes slightly misted with sleep, as if she had no idea how shocking her words just sounded.

A strange silence settled between them.

Out of nowhere, the white python Rolly slithered out from some corner of the room. Its snow-white head first looked at Jerome, then turned toward Wynne. Without hesitation, it turned and slid toward Dylan’s

room.

It even used the tip of its tail to pull the door shut behind it.

Seeing that Jerome still hadn’t moved after a long moment, Wynne raised a brow in confusion. Hadn’t I made myself clear enough just now?

“There’s a needle in your chest. I need to take it out.”

Only after speaking did she realize belatedly that she had completely forgotten to add that part. He wasn’t thinking she was some kind of pervert, was he?

Jerome’s sickly pale face remained expressionless. He lifted a hand to his black shirt collar and unbuttoned it. His collarbone was exposed, then the second button, then the third…

He looked at her.

Scars came into Wynne’s view again.

Deep, shallow, long, short-crisscrossing all over his body.

They tore through what should have been a flawless work of art.

A broken kind of beauty.

Wynne walked barefoot across the carpeted floor.

The closer she got to Jerome, the more she could smell his uniquely cold, clean scent.

“It’ll hurt a little. Just bear with it.”

She stopped in front of him. Jerome gave a low “mm” in response.

Her small hands were warm. The moment they touched his cold chest, he frowned slightly at the contrast.

A needle was extracted from the center of his chest.

A wave of intense pain surged through Jerome’s entire body, making his already dark, dangerous features turn even more vicious, almost bloodthirsty. The hands that had rested on either side of his wheelchair suddenly clenched tight.

By the time Wynne pulled the needle out completely, his entire body felt as if it had been soaked to the bone. Yet his sickly pale face barely changed, as if he had long grown used to enduring pain.

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Chapter 20 A Woman Answered Jeromes Phone

His lips pressed into a thin line.

“Don’t bite.”

Wynne lifted a hand and pressed her thumb lightly against his lower lip, brushing it gently.

Jerome looked up at her. His striking face was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.

His lips parted slightly-whether intentionally or not, they brushed against her fingertip, leaving it faintly damp.

“You’ll run a fever tonight. But I promise, once it breaks, your pain will be cut in half.”

“How long will it last?”

Jerome’s black hair fell over his eyes. The faintly pained voice was hoarse yet strangely alluring, his sickly handsome face almost unreal in its beauty.

“Half a month.”

Wynne looked lazily relaxed. She liked talking to smart people.

After half a month, she would do it again. And so on.

“You’re staying here tonight.”

Jerome could clearly feel his body temperature rising. Cold sweat dampened his hair, giving him a shattered, distant sense of pride.

“Mr. Cromwell…”

Wynne placed both hands on either side of him, leaning in slightly with a loose, unhurried smile.

Their faces were so close now that even their breathing seemed to intertwine.

Got it.”

Jerome quickly developed a high fever.

His usually pale, almost sickly complexion took on a rare flush of color. Even his breathing turned hot, while a violent, restrained aura still lingered beneath the surface.

His black shirt hung loosely on him now, wrinkled and disheveled.

Dangerous, yet fragile. Sensual in a broken way.

Wynne rarely used words like “sensual” to describe a man. Jerome was the first. Lying on the black bed, with that face capable of overturning anyone’s world, he embodied a dangerous kind of beauty.

She shifted slightly.

At almost the same moment. Jerome-half-conscious from the pain-suddenly snapped his eyes open. Deep shadows swallowed his gaze, but his pupils were unfocused and distant.

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