The Enigmatic Return (Neera and Jean) novel Chapter 937

Leila didn't expect this to happen and quickly showed concern. “How are you doing now? Are you okay?”

Neera sighed softly. “Not great, but not particularly bad either. Just a bit of a fever and feeling weak all over.”

Leila furrowed her brows. “A persistent fever is no small matter. How could it get this serious?”

Sitting next to her, Willard listened to their conversation, simply took the phone, and started talking to Neera.

“Neera, can you tell me what specifically you are allergic to? To be honest, our Saunders family used to mainly deal with allergies. Though I've fallen on hard times, I haven't lost my old skills. It seems you're trapped in some trouble. If you trust me, you can share it. I'll see if I can lend a hand.”

After hearing this, Neera hesitated for a moment but didn't refuse.

“Sure.”

Anyway, the current situation is bad enough. Who knows if Mr. Saunders might be of help?

At that moment, she explained the ins and outs of the situation.

“These past couple of days, I've tried several different approaches and methods, but my research has remained at a standstill. The only thing I know for certain is that this allergic reaction is highly contagious. The allergen is very difficult to identify. Perhaps it's a very rare substance. Beyond that, there has been no progress.”

The more Willard listened, the grimmer his expression became.

“Neera, can you take a picture of the red spots on your skin after the allergic reaction and show it to me?”

“Okay, please wait a moment.”

After hanging up the phone, Neera took a picture of the clusters of red spots on her arm and sent it over.

Following that, silence ensued from Willard's side. There was no further movement.

Neera guessed that he had probably gone to look up some information.

She didn't hold much hope in her heart, so she didn't bother him.

After a brief rest, she mustered up the energy to return to the lab and continue screening for allergens.

As time ticked away, around three in the afternoon, two individuals clad in protective gear suddenly walked in.

Because their protective suits were covering them, Neera was unable to recognize them.

It wasn't until Osbert declared, “Neera, it's me.”

“Osbert? How did you get here?”

Neera was a bit surprised and quickly approached them.

Upon drawing closer, she realized that the tall figure standing nearby seemed somewhat familiar.

She glanced down, and in the next second, her expression dramatically changed.

“Uh... Jean, why are you here too?”

After asking that, she felt a surge of anger welling up within her.

With her pair of beautiful eyes, she stared intently at the man who was deeply gazing at her, feeling both anxious and annoyed.

“What are you doing here? Why didn't you tell me? Weren't you supposed to wait for me at home? Do you realize how dangerous it is here?”

Jean, who had been anxious for two days, instantly felt relieved the moment he saw her.

He explained in a soft tone, “I was worried about you. I couldn't just wait at home.”

As he spoke, his hand loosened and then tightened, exerting great control to resist the urge to pull the woman into his embrace.

Neera was so angry that she could hardly stand it. She turned her head and started reprimanding Osbert.

“He's behaving willfully, so why are you joining in his antics? Have you forgotten what I've told you? Now you're even helping him hide things from me. What if something happens? What will we do?”

Osbert felt a bit guilty, his head hanging low, not daring to utter a word.

Jean pleaded on his behalf.

“If you need to blame someone, blame me. I was the one who threatened him. You know that when I set my mind to something, no one can stop me.”

Neera was rendered speechless.

I'm already very angry, okay?

How can this man still speak so boldly?

Taking a deep breath, she finally calmed herself down and said to Osbert, “I'm sorry. I lost my cool earlier and was too anxious. I'm not really blaming you but just worried that you might catch something if you came here rashly.”

Osbert blinked his eyes and responded sincerely, “Don't worry, Neera. I understand your concerns. In fact, I've been trying to stop Jean from coming, but he's just too worried about you, and I can't do anything about it. But rest assured. I'll keep an eye on him. He'll go to the sterile room every hour for disinfection. There will absolutely be no problem!”

Given the circumstances, this is the only way.

Jean scrutinized Neera from head to toe several times, and his brows furrowed.

“Why are there still so many red spots? Are they itchy? Do you have any other discomfort?”

Neera gently stroked his arm, sighing. “Apart from the itch, I don't feel anything else.”

Jean picked up a thermometer from the side. “Let's take your temperature and see how your fever is.”

Neera had initially wanted to say that everything was fine, but seeing his worried expression, she obediently took her temperature.

“All right. Your body temperature is almost back to normal now.”

Jean took a look and found out that her fever was a mild one now. This finally put his mind at ease, albeit reluctantly.

Following that, Neera chose to immerse herself in work, with Osbert lending a hand while Jean kept them company.

Even though he couldn't offer much help, he could only feel a bit at ease when she was in his line of sight.