The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 210

Jean found the child's words somewhat amusing. Shouldn't the triplets take priority here?

Neera was an adult; she couldn't possibly be scared of these fake things.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he heard a scream coming from beside him!

"Ah!"

The voice was all too familiar. He quickly turned to see a soft figure crashing toward him.

The intimate contact momentarily stunned him. A familiar fragrance tickled his nostrils.

Before he could react, the person in his arms clung onto him, holding him tightly and not letting go.

It was Neera!

She felt a sudden chill on the back of her neck when she had turned the corner just a while ago,

The eerie feeling was too strong; she couldn't control herself and turned her head, only to come face to face with a ghost hanging upside down and staring at her.

She instinctively rushed into Jean's arms after being scared out of her wits.

She clung to him as though she were grabbing onto a lifeline and buried her head in his shoulder. She was trembling.

Jean, who was tightly in her grip, raised a brow in surprise. He finally comprehended what was going on.

It explained why she was so adamant about dissuading the children from coming to the haunted house when they suggested coming here.

She wasn't afraid for the children, but rather, for herself …

The triplets, upon hearing the commotion, turned their heads back to take stock of the situation.

They were excited by what they saw and huddled together to watch the spectacle.

It seemed coming to the haunted house was the right decision!

This was what they were aiming for. They succeeded!

Neera had no idea that she had been "manipulated" by the triplets. She was simply scared out of her wits.

Thinking about the hanging ghost she had seen just a while ago staring at her, she felt her hair stand on end again. She held onto Jean tightly and refused to let go.

She had even hooked her legs around the man's waist.

If it weren't for the eerie atmosphere, this posture would seem a little obscene.

This was the first time someone had clung to Jean this way. He couldn't help but furrow his brows.

"What are you so afraid of? Everything's fake."

"Shut up!"

Neera kept her head buried in his shoulder. There was a tremble in her voice as she complained, "Even if you're not scared, I am! I…It's still scary even if it's fake …"

He found it amusing, and couldn't help but smirk. "You're usually so bold and fearless. It's hard to believe that you're actually this scared in a haunted house. Even your kids are braver than you."

She was irritated and tightened her grip around his neck. She said in annoyance, "I didn't ask for your opinion!"

He raised a brow and said indifferently, "Sure. I don't care. Can you get off of me then? Or do you want to keep holding onto me like this until we get out of here?"

There was a rumble in his chest as he spoke. His voice was deep and magnetic. He sounded oddly seductive.

Her ears tingled, and she realized that their current position was a little inappropriate.

She stiffened. She fought an internal battle before managing to build up the courage to lift her head from his shoulder.

She unexpectedly locked eyes with Jean when she did,

They were so close that they could practically feel each other's breath tickling against their cheeks.

It was light, warm, and felt inexplicably ticklish.

Neera stared at him in a daze when a sudden thought flashed in her mind.

Their lips would touch if they were any closer …

This thought had her wake up from her reverie.

She let go of Jean and panicked as she got off him.

She took a step back once her feet were back on the floor. Her face and ears were red. She felt uncomfortable and chagrined.

She had been far too careless!

How could she have done such a shameless thing…?