The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 131

Outside the room.

Worried about Jean's situation, Ian stood guard at the door, never leaving.

When he heard the sound of the door opening, he immediately turned around and saw Neera rushing out, all wet and looking quite astonished.

"Ms. Garcia, what's going on? What happened?" Ian asked, perplexed.

Neera raised her hands, blocking herself, and looked flustered, blurting out, "It's nothing."

Then, like a gust of wind, she rushed downstairs, almost stumbling several times due to her haste.

Ian had a big question mark in his mind, entering the room to check on Jean's condition.

There he saw Jean, too, all wet, stepping out of the bathtub with his clothes still on...

Ian was utterly puzzled. Even more question marks popped up in his mind, and his thoughts began to race like wild horses.

No way! Is this for real? Are things progressing too quickly between these two?

They've only known each other briefly, and now they're taking baths together?

This is too wild!

Indeed, it's Mr. Beauvort, no doubt!

Whether it's work or love, he always acts with lightning speed.

Jean, unaware of how much his assistant was imagining, had a stern expression on his face, his eyes dark as night.

At this moment, he appeared cool and distant, but there was more, a depth of meaning beneath that.

He couldn't quite comprehend why he felt this way about that woman, and it wasn't the first time either.

She seemed like a surprise in his otherwise steady life, a presence he had never anticipated, gradually breaking down the barriers of his cold and ruthless demeanor...

Next door, after Neera returned home, the heat on her face didn't dissipate for a long time.

She stared at her hands, muttering, "It's you again! Why do you keep touching... and you even touched that..."

She felt embarrassed and flustered, almost wanting to bash her head against the wall.

She feared she wouldn't be able to face Jean directly anymore.

Moreover, she didn't know what expression to use when facing him.

Neera was even more inclined to die!

After staying in the same spot, feeling frustrated for a while, she eventually went back to her room to take a shower and change clothes.

However, during her sleep, she had a very peculiar dream.

The dream felt familiar. In a pitch-black room where she couldn't see anything, she was intimately entangled with a man...

At first, she couldn't make out the man's face.

But as time passed, suddenly, the man's face became clear in the dream.

The man had exquisite features as if he were God's most perfect creation. His deep eyes were a bit enchanting, and sweat dripped down his smooth forehead... He exuded a sensual, hormone-laden aura.

This person... was none other than Jean!

Neera was instantly shocked awake, sitting up abruptly, her heart pounding loudly, and her face full of astonishment.

What on earth was this?

It was understandable not being able to see his face the last time, but now, he was staring into her dream for real???

How could she have such a dream!!!

...

The next morning, when Neera woke up, there was a hint of weariness in her eyes.

The triplets noticed right away and expressed concern, "Mommy, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell or didn't get enough rest?"

Neera took a sip of milk and shook her head, "It's nothing, just didn't sleep well."

Hearing this, the triplets quickly said, "Then after breakfast, take a rest, okay?"

"No, it's fine. I have to go to the company this morning, but I'll make sure to get to bed early tonight."

Neera smiled, gently patting their little faces to reassure them.

After breakfast, she first took the triplets to kindergarten and then headed to Startales with the approval contract from the Beauvort World.

Levi was surprised to see her securing the contract for entry so quickly, and he couldn't help but admire her.

"Looks like you're amazing, Neera. Even such a challenging task, you handled it so swiftly and beautifully!"

Neera was never one to bask in compliments from others, and she calmly got down to business, saying, "You need to quickly arrange the counter's location and start organizing the product placement."

Levi nodded in agreement and discussed business matters with her for a while. Then, he carefully chose his words as he extended an invitation, "By the way, the company is organizing a dinner gathering with all the top executives. After all, you'll be presiding over the subsidiary. It would be great if you could join and get to know everyone, alright?"

Neera didn't have any objections upon hearing this.

In the future, she would need the cooperation of these people in many aspects, so it was only fitting to invite them to dinner.

She nodded, "Sure, I'll treat everyone tonight."

Levi felt a bit delighted upon hearing this, thinking that tonight, he might have the chance to be the driver and take her home...

...

At Beauvort Group.

After the meeting, Jean noticed several missed calls from Wrenn.

He dialed her back immediately.

Wrenn picked up hurriedly, urging him, "Are you done with the meeting? Hurry over, your great-uncle has already entered the operating room."

Jean replied with a simple "Hmm" before hanging up the phone.

Ian quickly prepared the car and drove him to the hospital.

The hospital was a subsidiary of the Beauvort Group.

As he made his way inside, many staff members stood respectfully, greeting him.

Ignoring the greetings, Jean went straight to the operating room.

In the hallway, both Wrenn and the relatives of his great-uncle were waiting.

When they saw Jean, his great-uncle's son, and also his cousin, greeted him warmly.

"Jean, you're here. You're so busy, yet you came all the way here. You're thoughtful."

Jean shook his head and said calmly, "It's the least I can do."

He inquired about the situation.

Wrenn explained, "The surgery is still ongoing, Joanna is operating. Your great-uncle's condition is critical, and the hospital doesn't have a specialist in this area, so we had to call Joanna. The expert team approved her capability, and considering her involvement, the success rate is significantly higher."

Hearing this, Jean furrowed his brows, "Joanna? How did she end up here?"

"Your great-uncle's condition is very precarious, and the hospital didn't have a doctor specialized in this field. We had no choice but to bring Joanna in. Her abilities are recognized by the expert team, and after their assessment, having her perform the surgery significantly increases the chances of success."

Since the experts supported this decision, Jean didn't say anything further.

Two hours later, the surgery finally concluded.

Joanna walked out, removed her mask, and first reassured the family members, "Rest assured, the surgery was very successful. We'll observe the patient for a while, then transfer him back to the ward."

The relieved family members expressed their gratitude.

Wrenn also stepped forward to congratulate, "That's great. We can finally feel at ease now."

Then, she looked at Joanna with gratitude, "Thank you so much for helping us in such a significant way today."

Joanna shook her head, trying to appear modest, "You're too kind, Madam. Besides, I'm a doctor, treating and saving lives is my duty."

As she spoke, her eyes couldn't help but drift toward Jean, but he responded with a cold and distant nod.

Joanna felt a pang of discomfort from his indifferent demeanor.

She pursed her lips, lowered her gaze, and said to Wrenn, "Madam, I'll go change my clothes."

After giving some post-operation instructions, she turned and left.

At this moment, all of the great-uncle's relatives had gone to the ward, leaving only Wrenn and Jean in the corridor.

"Jean, Joanna is an excellent doctor. The success rate for this surgery was only thirty percent, but because of her intervention, it was raised to sixty percent," Wrenn suddenly spoke up.

Jean raised his eyelids slightly, directly asking her, "What are you trying to say?"