The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1198

Neera was visibly exasperated. “How could it be? That's just ridiculous.”

Shane said earnestly, “How could it not? Could it be that you're unaware of how charming your beauty is?”

He even made a point to stop Charles. “Don't you think I'm right?”

Charles played along, nodding solemnly. “I do.”

Neera was rendered speechless.

Finnley shook his head repeatedly, stroking his beard with a deep sigh. “Ah, when only appearances matter, it means that we're experiencing a moral decline.”

Neera didn't know how to react again.

What's going on here? Aren't they here to participate in a dangerous election in the jungle election, one that involves a violent struggle? Why are they indulging in idle gossip?

“Could you all please stop making things up? That's not their intention at all. You'll just end up making things feel awkward.”

The corner of her mouth twitched as she quickly stopped them.

Shane smiled and chose not to say anything more.

As they spoke, they had already bypassed the two clashing forces and arrived at a relatively secluded clearing.

Soon, a tent was set up. Shane urged, “Go in quickly, change the dressing on your wound, and rest. You don't look well.”

Neera felt somewhat apologetic. “Shane, I'm sorry for the trouble and for taking up so much of your time today.”

Shane tousled her hair. “Don't mention it. I'll be upset if you keep harping on it.”

Just then, he sensed a scorching and threatening gaze fall upon him.

Glancing back, he saw his resting companions, Caleb and Darcel, standing nearby, engrossed in some discussion.

Caleb was as gentle and refined as ever, wearing a smile and exuding a relaxed aura.

As for Darcel, it seemed as if he had noticed Shane and was looking straight at the latter. His gaze fell almost imperceptibly on the hand Shane had placed on Neera's head.

The gaze, deep and inscrutable, was utterly piercing.

Oh, So that's how it is? Could it be that I have hit the nail on the head...

He arched an eyebrow, flashing an enigmatic smile at Darcel. Then, he turned around and paid Darcel no further heed.

He naturally lowered his hand, urging once again, “Stop blaming yourself all the time. If you really feel embarrassed, just focus on recuperating as quickly as possible.”

Neera responded with a hum before entering the tent.

She was completely oblivious to the minor incident that just occurred.

Caleb, who was close by, saw everything clearly.

“Hey, if you keep this up, you'll give yourself away. They're siblings, and you're still jealous? Are you sure you haven't let jealousy consume you?”

Darcel withdrew his gaze and gave Caleb the side-eye. “It's none of your business.”

Caleb laughed. “Hey, looks like you're really jealous. This is the first time I've seen it. It's quite interesting. It seems Ms. Garcia's charm is truly irresistible.”

Darcel couldn't be bothered with Caleb, so he turned around and left.

He knew better than anyone just how charming Neera was.

Even though Shane was her sibling, he didn't want any other man to be as intimate to her as he was.

Even though he knew it wasn't right and tried to restrain himself, his intense possessiveness still upset him.

Neera had just changed the dressing on her wound when suddenly, a figure approached from outside the tent.

“Is it all right for me to come in?” Darcel's voice rang out.

For some reason, Neera suddenly recalled what Shane and the others had just said, causing her cheeks to flush unexpectedly.

“It's not convenient at the moment. May I ask what's the matter?” Her response was slightly soft, and she felt an inexplicable feeling in her heart.

Outside, Darcel's eyes lowered as he spoke softly, “I've brought you some ointment. It will help your wounds heal.”

“Ah... Thank you, could you please wait a moment?”

Neera put on her clothes, tidied up her hair, and lifted the tent flap. When she looked up, her gaze met those deep, profound eyes.

“Thank you.” Neera took the medicine, feeling somewhat awkward for no apparent reason.

Darcel, however, didn't seem uncomfortable at all as he handed her another thermos.

“This is a medicinal soup. Have it and take a nap. You'll feel much better when you wake up.”

Neera was surprised as she looked at the thermos in her arms, then at him.

When did he manage to make this? It's in a thermos. Did he prepare it in advance during the morning just in case I feel unwell?

At that moment, all sorts of questions sprang up, swirling around in her mind.

Suddenly, she felt at a loss, as if the thermos in her arms had become scorchingly hot, leaving her unsure whether to keep it or not.

Isn't this gesture... a little too much?

If I were to accept it, could it possibly lead to any unnecessary misunderstandings?

Seemingly seeing through her worries, Darcel calmly said, “Caleb wanted to take extra care of you. After all, our families are joining forces, and it's only right that we help each other.”

With his explanation, Neera felt a burning sensation in her cheeks as a sense of embarrassment swelled within her.

So, I have been overthinking it after all! This is all Shane and the others' fault. Their words have caused my imagination to run wild.

At that moment, she quickly expressed her gratitude while averting his gaze in embarrassment. After that, she dove back into the tent.