The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 526

Jean remained silent throughout the whole ordeal.

Under the gaze of the elderly couple, he had no intention of adding to the conversation. If it hadn't been confirmed that Neera was indeed Nancy, who knows how she might have been further interrogated? Moreover, he could sense the evident displeasure in Neera's tone.

Given the circumstances, why would he want to exacerbate the situation?

With this in mind, he sat composedly, saying not a word.

The two elders exchanged a look, both feeling somewhat at a loss.

Eventually, Wrenn bit her lip and reluctantly said, "No."

Neera's demeanor was cool as she picked up her bag and prepared to leave.

"Since that's settled, then let's leave it at that."

As she spoke, she hesitated, as if remembering something, and paused in her tracks.

Standing before the elderly couple, she lowered her gaze expressionlessly, her eyes cold.

"Furthermore, Mr. Frederic, Madam Beauvort, in the future, if you have any matters to discuss, feel free to come to me directly. Isabella has a lot on her plate with the hospital's affairs, and her time is limited. It would be best not to distract her with these matters."

Her words were polite, providing the Beauvorts with a face-saving way out.

However, the underlying message was clear. They were not to bother her friends anymore!

Having said her piece, she swept a glance at Wrenn's displeased face and departed.

Out of consideration for Jean, she had shown respect to the elderly couple. But if they crossed her boundaries, she wouldn't tolerate it, regardless of who they were.

After her departure, Jean also rose from his seat.

"I have matters to attend to at my company, so I'll be leaving."

His disinterest was evident, and his words were perfunctory as he made his way towards the exit.

Wrenn was anxious to detain him, but Frederic pressed his hand down firmly, giving her a stern look.

Kyra's gaze remained fixed on Jean's retreating figure, her eyes brimming with discontent.

As Jean and Neera left the hospital together, they continued until they reached the parking lot, where he halted her.

"Why the hurry? Is there a flood or a beast chasing you?"

His grip on her was gentle yet firm, and his voice was low and deep.

Neera couldn't pull her hand away and frowned slightly. Her tone remained cold, "Is there something you need?"

Jean's gaze, profound and thoughtful, fixed on her. He asked, "So upset? Ignoring even me?"

Neera drew a shallow breath, "No."

Jean immediately followed up, "Then let's get in the car and talk."

Neera was tempted to decline, but faced with his insistent gaze, she moved her lips slightly and acquiesced, getting into his car.

They sat side by side in the backseat, and Jean wasted no time getting to the point.

"Did my parents approach you before?"

After the scene they had just witnessed, he could easily guess.

Neera knew she couldn't hide it from him and nodded in confirmation.

Jean fell silent for a moment, a hint of regret appearing in his expression.

"I'm sorry, it's my oversight. I didn't anticipate they would take action behind my back."

Then, he looked deeply into her eyes and asked, "But why didn't you tell me?"

Neera kept her eyes lowered and couldn't discern her emotions. "I could handle it."

Jean, however, was concerned about something else.

"But you were still wronged, weren't you?"

Unprepared for his sudden question, Neera was taken aback.

Raising her gaze, she met his eyes, and a subtle pang of bitterness crept into her heart.

Yes, she hadn't noticed until he pointed it out. Why did it suddenly feel this way...

For a moment, she remained speechless, yet Jean could read the fluctuations in her emotions with a single glance.

As if something had been cut from her heart, it ached.

Suddenly, he drew closer and enveloped her in his arms.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I've put you through this."

His voice was soft, tinged with a hint of melancholy and a touch of tenderness.

"I'll handle this matter completely. I won't let my parents entertain any wishful thinking again. Such things won't happen again."

Neera leaned against his chest, momentarily stunned before she reacted.

With his refreshing scent wafting over her, her emotions gradually settled.

"I understand. You... can let go now."

Jean looked down, his gaze lingering on her slightly flushed face and the area behind her ears. His mood shifted from cloudy to sunny, and he released her.

With the somber topic behind them, Jean finally had the opportunity to address another matter. "Ms. Garcia, you hid it quite well. Back then, I asked you if you were Nancy, and you adamantly denied it."

Neera had forgotten about that moment and suddenly felt awkward.

"At the time, I was worried the lie would be exposed, especially when you looked so unapproachable..."