The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1254

"Does it hurt?" He gently applied the medicine to her, being cautious with every move, afraid of causing her pain.

Neera shook her head, "No, it doesn't. It's much better now. You don't have to be so careful."

With a slight lift of his ink-black eyes, Jean responded without hesitation, "But it pains me to see you like this. Always telling me you're not hurt, you little liar."

Neera acknowledged her mistake and chose to remain silent.

Her obedient demeanor only made Jean treasure her even more.

After dressing the wound, he could no longer restrain himself and leaned in to kiss her.

His uniquely masculine scent suddenly enveloped her, filling her senses.

She paused, her eyes wide and round, staring at the handsome face just inches away from her. A blush rose on her cheeks.

He lowered his eyes to look at her, gently sucking on her lips while murmuring softly, "I've wanted to kiss you for so long that it's driving me crazy."

He gently parted her lips, his tongue boldly exploring, passionately claiming every inch of her.

Neera blinked, then closed her eyes, her hands wrapped around his neck, surrendering to his desires.

He's not the only one who feels this way. I feel the same. Day and night, thoughts of this man consume me to the point of madness. Now, we are finally free from the constraints of time and space, able to snuggle closely together. There's nothing happier than this present moment.

The two of them held each other tightly, passionately kissing.

The temperature in the room continued to rise, a sensual atmosphere filling the air, causing their hearts to race.

As emotions ran deep, Jean felt a stirring between his legs.

Not wanting to hold back any longer, he dominantly pinned her beneath him. Pulling away from her lips, he propped himself above her, his gaze burning into her eyes.

"May I?" he asked, his voice hoarse and filled with desire.

Neera gazed into his eyes, where unmasked impulses intertwined with burning emotions and desires, causing her cheeks to flush.

Suddenly, she was flooded with panic about what was about to happen. Her slender fingers clenched tightly onto his clothes.

"Jean..."

"Hmm?" He lowered his head slightly, his hair falling over his brows, yet his eyes shone even brighter.

"I..." Neera bit her lip lightly, unsure of what to do.

Jean smiled slightly, his smile captivating. He gently held her hand, their fingers interlaced. He then placed their entwined hands on the pillow.

"Don't be nervous. Since you've already forgiven me, you're mine from now on, both your heart and your body. Will you give yourself to me?"

As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, teasing her intentionally.

"Moreover, you've caused quite a stir in Phison recently. Regarding the matter with Avery, don't you think you should make it up to me?"

Whenever Avery's name was mentioned, Neera would feel a twinge of guilt.

However, the reason she nodded had nothing to do with the incident involving Avery.

Giving herself entirely to the man before her was something she had never thought of resisting.

Now, everything had fallen into place. The trauma from before had disappeared because of him, leaving no reservations.

She nodded, her shyness mingling with radiant charm. He was elated, his joy unrestrained and domineering.

However, out of tenderness for her, he tried his best to restrain himself, not daring to push too far, doing his utmost to avoid her wounds.

Even so, his overbearing nature left Neera utterly exhausted.

In the end, she unknowingly drifted off to sleep in his arms.

Jean carried her to the bathroom, cleaned her up, changed the bed sheets, and tidied everything before lying down with her in his arms.

Bathed in moonlight, he gazed at the little woman he cherished deeply in his arms. His smile was one of pure satisfaction. He gently placed a kiss on her forehead, devoid of any lust, and then fell asleep cuddling together.

The next day, thanks to his excellent biological clock, Jean woke up very early.

The little woman in his arms was still sound asleep.

He gazed at her for a while, gently pecked her lips, and then quietly got out of bed. He tucked the covers around her neatly before heading into the bathroom.

After freshening up, he went downstairs to find Chad already in the living room, enjoying his coffee.

"Up so early? Don't you want to sleep in a bit longer?" He greeted Jean when he saw him.

Jean shook his head, "No, Neera advised me to get some exercise. I'll go for a run around the courtyard."

Chad smiled faintly. "You really do listen to her."

Every time Neera was mentioned, the look in Jean's eyes softened.

"No choice. A wife's command is not to be defied. Isn't it the same for you, Chad?"

"Me?" Chad thought of Adriana and couldn't help but laugh.

After exchanging a few words, Jean left the mansion.

Before starting his jog, he saw Avery walking towards him, with Little Lolita trailing behind him.

Immediately, his gaze turned cold. He halted his steps, his expression frosty.

Avery didn't expect to see him there, his expression somewhat surprised. He furrowed his brows and asked, "Why are you here?"

An undercurrent of jealousy sparked when they met. The moment these two encountered each other, the atmosphere inexplicably became tense.

It seemed the tension affected the birds perched in the trees, as they fell silent.