Chapter 422

Chapter 422 Accelerating Heartbeat

Neera was astounded by Frederic’s words.

After a brief pause, she gave a nod and left.

Kyra watched the two leave together and felt bitter inside.

It bothers me when Jean openly favors that woman and stands up for her. I’ve known him for a long time, yet I’ve never seen him care so deeply for any woman before.

This realization intensified her sense of crisis. She forcibly suppressed her uneasiness.

She told herself, it’s okay, I still have a chance! At least Uncle Frederic and Aunt Wrenn are not on Neera’s side. I still stand a chance to marry into the Beauvorts.

Thinking of this, she quickly got her act together, put on a smile, and acted affectionately toward Wrenn.

After they left the hospital, Jean and Neera headed in the direction of the parking lot.

Along the way, Neera remained silent.

She slightly lowered her head and was in thought.

As they were about to get in the car, Jean suddenly grabbed her wrist and asked, “Are you angry?”

Neera looked at his hand, stunned. Then she lifted her head and looked into his eyes.

lan tacitly quickened his pace to get the car, giving the couple some space.

Neera shook her head and replied, “No.”

Jean didn’t believe her. He tried to read her expression. He said after a while, “You don’t have to deny it.”

He lifted his hand to gently touch her forehead and jested, “There’s a word written here.”

Neera blinked, feeling a little ticklish.

Instinctively, she tried to dodge his hand and asked, “What word?”

Jean looked into her eyes and uttered, “Unhappy.”

He had seen through me.

Neera lightly pursed her lips and nodded in acknowledgment after a while.

She explained, “Well, not exactly. I just don’t feel comfortable. To be honest, I can relate to your mother’s sentiments. Any mother would hesitate to let her son wed a woman who already has kids. But our marriage wasn’t planned from the beginning. I’m not thrilled with how I’m being treated. And Mrs.

Marks seems to be targeting me.”

Her eyebrows knitted as she spilled her thoughts.

In Jean’s ears, her tone carried a twinge of complaint and grievance.

Sensing it, made him feel sorry for her.

He lost control and pulled her into his arms.

Neera was dumbstruck.

Before she could react, his sincere apology rang next to her ear.

He said, “I know it’s hard for you. I’m sorry that I’ve wronged you.”

His made Neera feel embarrassed.

His sincere apology coupled with the warmth of his body left Neera feeling flustered.

“It’s… it’s fine. I would let things slide with your mother, and Mrs. Mark is just a stranger to me,” she replied.

Jean nodded, remarking, “True, she doesn’t matter much. If she bothers you, feel free to stand up to her as you just did. If you feel it’s not worth it, just ignore her like she’s not there. I have faith in you.”

After saying this, he released her from his embrace.

Unable to help herself, Neera looked up and found herself lost in his warm gaze.

Inexplicably, she felt her heartbeat quicken. Involuntarily, her cheeks burned. She wanted to look away, but something glued her gaze.

When they looked into each other’s eyes, they saw nothing but each other. The atmosphere was subtly charged with romance.

Neera felt her

warmer.

But, lan had driven the car over and it snapped them back to reality.

Their intertwined gazes immediately parted. They averted their gaze to different directions.

After getting

the car, they both remained silent.

Neera feigned a calm expression and stared out.

and

Meanwhile, Jean glared coldly at the back of lan’s head.

lan felt a chill run down his spine when he received such an intense stare. He wondered, What could have possibly provoked such a murderous gaze from Mr. Beauvort?

After what felt like an eternity, they finally

arrived at their destination.

Neera quickly got out of the car.

Before she could say goodbye, she noticed a BMW parked at the front door.

She frowned, her brow furrowed immediately.

Jean also saw the car. He got out and asked, “Whose car is that?”

Vehicles coming in and out of Imperial Gardens typically worth millions. Yet, this particular car was only valued at a few hundred thousand. No one in Imperial Gardens would drive such an modestly priced vehicle.

Neera recognized it at a glance. Her voice turned grave, and she explained, “It’s Gar cia s’s.”

Her expression turned glúm. Then she pointed her head toward Jean and said, “I need to go back and check on the situation. Go home and get some rest.”

Since it was a matter related to Garcias, Jean reasoned he should stay out of it. He nodded and replied, “Okay. Call me if anything happens.”

Neera replied, “Alright.”