Chapter 366

Chapter 366 Such Soft Lips Now that only Neera and Jean remained in the hospital room, things quietened down.

B 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?”

“Yes, I am!” Jean shot back at once. He sounded very sure of himself.

This was true.

However, Jean merely narrowed his eyes even further, scrutinizing her in silence.

Under his searching gaze, Neera realized that she would not be able to hide her secret much longer.

All he had to do was to ask one or two more awkward questions, and the truth would come out.

Fortunately for her, Jean could not detect anything wrong in her manner. Grudgingly, he acknowledged, “Very well, I’ll believe you for now.”

Neera felt as if she had just been given a reprieve; her relief knew no bounds. Thankfully, she had had enough wits about her to respond quickly. If not, she did not want to think about what might have happened if Jean had discovered the truth!

To stop him from pursuing the matter, Neera rubbed her eyes. “I’m still feeling a little dizzy. I’d better lie down for a while.”

Jean nodded, not saying a word.

Neera put her head down on the pillow. In the end, she did drift off to sleep.

By the time she woke up, it was already the middle of the night. The first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was Jean still leaning back against the couch, fast asleep.

Neera was momentarily thrown off balance. All along, whenever she was ill and woke up, the triplets or Adriana would be the ones at her bedside.

This was the first time she had had a man watching over her while she was in the hospital.

For whatever reason, she felt insensibly comforted when she saw Jean there…

Her thoughts went round and round in her head for a while before she slowly got out of bed.

Noiselessly, she crossed over to the sofa and picked up Jean’s coat, which he had set down beside him. Carefully, she draped :he garment over him.

Jean did not wake up; his breathing was deep and relaxed.

Neera had seldom seen him with his guard down like this. Curiously enough, he seemed much gentler, and she could not help gazing at him for a little longer.

Jean had beautifully shaped eyebrows and thick lashes; they would be the envy of more than half the female population. His lips were thin; ordinarily, there was always a hint of aloofness and distance in his smile.

Such individuals were said to be fickle, even in love, but Neera somehow felt that Jean wasn’t that sort of person…

As her eyes lingered on him, she succumbed to some imp of perversity and impulsively reached out, gently stroking his brows. “So perfect, and such lashes too…and such a handsome nose…and such soft lips,” she murmured as her fingertips lightly brushed over his face, stopping as she caressed his lips.

The softness of his mouth against her skin made her belatedly realize what she was doing, and her cheeks burned with embarrassment. She was behaving in such an unseemly manner!

As for Jean, he was far too much of a bewitching devil!