The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 1284

Right then, he thought of the Garcia family. "You are the biological daughter of the Garcia family, but has Alfonso, your biological father, treated you well? Apart from your aunt, the rest of your blood relatives are no better than strangers. Therefore, what truly connects people is not blood but emotions, sincere and unchanging emotions. I cherish you and everything related to you, including the children. Before I knew the truth, I truly treated them as my own, loving them dearly. I never cared about whose blood runs in their veins. Moreover, my affection for them is not solely because of you. They are genuinely lovable. I've thought about this a long time ago, that once we get married, I'll have them under my name. Regardless, I am their real father."

Neera didn't know he had thought so far ahead. Her heart was a mix of emotions, and she was deeply touched.

Behind them, the triplets' eyes were slightly moist.

Before, they had always hoped to gain their father's approval. Even if they couldn't reveal their true identity to him, they were doing their best to make him like them. They were afraid that if they weren't good enough, he would dislike them.

They never thought they had been accepted all along.

On the journey that followed, the family relaxed, chatting and laughing. The atmosphere was incredibly lively.

Neera had been so engrossed in listening to Jean's speech that she only just realized something afterward. "Hey, why aren't you using the GPS? Do you know how to get to the pier?"

With a calm demeanor, Jean responded leisurely, "I checked before we set off. I know the route."

In fact, he not only knew the route, but he also knew Wind Chime Island very well.

There, what appeared to be an open island was, in fact, his private territory.

There was a time when he was recuperating on the island, living a secluded life. Apart from Tiago and Ian, no one else knew about it.

Upon reaching the dock, the family of five boarded a well-prepared ship. They set sail for Wind Chime Island.

The view over the sea was expansive, with shimmering waves. The gentle sea breeze brushed softly against their cheeks, bringing a sense of peace and tranquility.

The triplets were frolicking on the deck, chattering away like songbirds. Their laughter echoed with the rhythm of the sea waves, creating a symphony of joy. Neera listened, feeling relaxed and content.

Over an hour later, the boat docked on the shores of Wind Chime Island.

The triplets seemed to have boundless energy. After disembarking the ship and settling their luggage into the vacation mansion, they dashed out to explore every inch of Wind Chime Island.

Neera was both amused and helpless, but she patiently accompanied Jean, also immersing herself in this hard-earned, joyous journey.

However, the good times always seemed to be fleeting.

All the joy came to an abrupt halt with a surprise attack in the middle of the second night.

That night, Neera nearly fainted from the relentless demands of the man. She pleaded tearfully for mercy. Only then was she able to catch her breath in his arms.

Jean held the petite woman as if he had just pulled her out of the water. His hot palm gently stroked her back, and his breath, equally hot, sprayed on the woman's graceful neck, causing a shiver to ripple through her.

Neera, feeling weak and numb, pleaded pitifully, "I'm so tired. I really want to sleep now..."

Her soft, tender voice, coupled with her coquettish tone, could simply charm the soul out of any man.

With a sigh, Jean whispered in her ear, "I'll let you rest for now."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, picked her up, and strode toward the bathroom.

While taking a bath, Neera was so tired that she could barely keep her eyes open. She nestled in his arms, letting him take control, and in no time, she drifted off to sleep in a daze.

After cleaning both her and himself up, Jean carried her back to the bedroom. He changed the bed sheets before finally settling down to cuddle and sleep with her.

However, before he could fall into a deep sleep, he was awakened by a rustling noise.

Listening to the sound, it seemed to come from the doorway.

At that moment, it was already past three in the morning.

He knew the triplets couldn't be the ones outside the room.

A glint of cold light flashed in his eyes. Jean gently released his hold on Neera's hand, stood up lightly, walked over, and pulled open the door.

"What's going on?" He looked at the person standing outside the door, not surprised in the slightest. He asked in a cold voice, a hint of displeasure in his tone.

Standing at the door, astonishingly, was Ian, who hadn't shown his face for a long time.

His expression was serious. Disregarding his surroundings, he lowered his voice to report, "Mr. Beauvort, we are surrounded!"

Jean's expression slightly darkened when he heard that. With his eyes narrowed, he asked, "Do you know who they are?"

Ian shook his head. "It's still unclear. I can't tell which faction they belong to. However, they probably aren't targeting you. Currently, in the whole of Phison, aside from us, no one knows your true identity. So, these people are likely targeting Mrs. Beauvort."

When Ian was speaking, Jean casually closed the door behind him. He walked to the end of the corridor and looked down through the window.

Just as Ian said, the perimeter of the mansion had been surrounded by people. All in all, there were around thirty to forty of them.

A cold smirk tugged at the corner of Jean's lips. "Quite a crowd has gathered. Their intentions seem pretty clear..."