The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 366

Chapter 366 Such Soft Lips

Now that only Neera and Jean remained in the hospital room, things quietened down.

The two of them stared at each other in silence for a while. Neera broke her gaze first and looked away; she suddenly felt embarrassingly awkward.

“You…”

“You…”

Both of them spoke at the same time.

Disconcerted, Neera looked up quickly, only to meet Jean’s eyes. Something like a half–smile seemed to lurk in his expression as he commented, “You go first.” He seemed very relaxed as he leaned back against the sofa.

Neera rubbed her nose, trying to find something to say. Finally, she blurted out, “I wanted to ask if you’d had dinner yet. Are you hungry? If you are…” She looked down at the remains of her dinner, embarrassed. “I guess I can order some takeout for you?”

Jean’s brows lifted slightly. “I’ve been here looking after you all night, and you want to get rid of me after dinner, is that it?”

For a moment, Neera was lost for words. “Well, what were you planning to do?”

A small wave of happiness flooded through Jean as he watched her expressive face. Nonetheless, he did not try to coax her into changing her mind. “Oh, nothing! I’m not hungry…if you’re still not feeling well, you should try and get some sleep.”

Neera shook her head. “I’m fine. I haven’t been up for very long, so I’m not sleepy yet.”

Jean crossed his legs leisurely. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Neera answered at once.

At this, Jean drawled lazily, “Ahh, then, in that case, let’s talk about Dr. Nancy for a moment.”

Neera was certainly not expecting this, and her heart almost stopped in panic.

Why was he bringing the matter up again? Had his suspicions been aroused? Was that why he was deliberately broaching the subject in front of her?

She preserved a calm exterior, although she was internally frantic. “What about her?”

Jean idly drummed his fingers on the sofa’s armrest. “The last time I came to the hospital to see Dr. Nancy… you happened to be there too. What a coincidence.” His entire demeanor was languid and lazy, but his gaze was extremely keen and sharp as he studied her face as if he were trying to read her.

Neera’s scalp prickled with apprehension. As casually as she could, she replied nonchalantly, “Yes, I was there. I knew Nancy was going to operate that day, so I came over to meet her.”

Jean’s eyes narrowed slightly. “Oh? Is that right?”

“Of course!” Neera brazenly soldiered on. Boldly, she challenged, “Are you implying that Nancy is me?”