Chapter 569

Chapter 569 Get Jealous

Ten minutes later, Jean had showered, and he emerged from the restroom in a bathrobe.

Neera had been waiting for him in the bedroom. When she saw him, she pointed to the bed.

“Lie down. I’ll administer some medication to you. Please bear with me if I accidentally hurt you.”

Jean had a bad feeling about this.

He just shot her a long and meaningful glance.

All that was on Neera’s mind were his injuries; she wasn’t thinking about anything else.

Once he took off his bathrobe, he exposed a large area of bruises to the air.

Neera was upset with the sight.

She exercised extra caution when she tended to his wound.

Firstly, she gently applied the ointment to his injury.

After that, she massaged him with a special technique.

She urged, “Hang in there! This massage will help your bruise heal faster.”

Jean had buried his face in the pillow. He let out a muff led grunt in response.

After she performed the massage, Jean took a moment to recover before getting dressed.

Neera locked her eyes on his face and attempted to read his expression.

She questioned, “Do you experience any discomfort?”

Sensing her concern, Jean looked up and reassured her, “Nothing much. Actually, I feel much better now. Don’t worry about it; I’m not made of clay”

Noticing his calm demeanor, Neera didn’t say anything further.

Later that night, she gave some instructions before she went home.

However, she had difficulty sleeping that night.

She couldn’t put her mind to rest. The image of them falling off the horse and Jean’s painful expression, which looked horrifyingly pale, kept flashing in her mind.

Neera was deeply worried about his injury. She couldn’t stop herself from worrying about Jean.

Fortunately, nobody knocked on her door during the night.

As anticipated, the next morning, Neera overslept.

She yawned as she went downstairs.

When Auntie Zuniga saw her, she asked worriedly, Didn’t you sleep well last night? You have dark circles under your eyes.”

“A little

“A little bit,” Neera replied, rubbing her eyes, not exactly bothered by her questions.

“Have the kids gone to school?” she inquired, looking at the time.

“Yes, they saw that you were still asleep,” Auntie Zuniga said. “They did not want to bother you. After they finished their breakfast, I sent them to school.”

The housekeeper came out with some clean dishes and said, “Give me a few minutes; I’ll warm up the breakfast for you.”

Neera thought of something. She quickly stopped her.

“It’s alright. I’m not going to eat right now. I need to check on Jean’s condition!”

Following that, she dashed out of the villa.

Jean was eating his breakfast at the same time.

“Have you had breakfast?” he asked Neera when he saw her. “If not, please take a seat and join me.”

All Neera could think about was his well-being.

She probed, “How are you feeling? Did you sleep well last night? Do you have any pain?”

Jean was in a cheerful mood when he received her concern first thing in the morning.

He chuckled and jested, “I’m not delicate. Everything is good. I’m perfectly fine.”

After that, he fixed his gaze on her dark eye circles.

“And you didn’t sleep well, did you? Jean asked, squinting his eyes.

She was embarrassed to admit she worried about him. Therefore, Neera made an excuse, “Oh, yes. I had a nightmare.”

A nightmare? The horse incident had terrified her greatly.

Jean gently pursed his lips and handed her some cereal.

“Dreams are not real. Have some of these.”

Neera sat across from him, and the two of them had breakfast together.

Neither of them said much during the meal.

The silence was broken when Richard entered with a package.

“Mr. Beauvort, you have a package,” the butler reported. “The sender insisted on you opening it personally.”

Jean unwrapped the package without hesitation.

He was stunned when he saw the contents. The package contained some medications as well as a note.

“Jean, I heard you got hurt. These medicines are quite efficient; give them a try. I’ll pay you a visit soon.”

He was stunned when he saw the contents. The package contained some medications as well as a note.

“Jean, I heard you got hurt. These medicines are quite efficient; give them a try. I’ll pay you a visit soon.”

The signature on the note belonged to Kyra Marks.

When he saw the name, Jean instinctively looked at Neera.

Neera had noticed that glance too.

She averted her gaze with a blank expression. She took a spoonful of cereal and casually remarked, “Ms. Marks seems to care a lot about you.”

“My mother probably told her about this,” Jean said, his expression changing subtly.

He then pushed the package aside and no longer gave them another glance.

“Remove them.”

His instruction escaped Neera’s attention. He said “remove them” instead of “keep them”.

She just ate quietly.

Surprisingly, the cereal that had previously tasted delicious now tasted bland.

“I’m full. I have some work to do and must leave right away. You should rest at home,” she said, not wanting to stay any longer.

She left after saying her goodbyes.

On her way to work, Neera noticed that her emotions were strangely off. She couldn’t deny that her mood had soured when she saw the medicine Kyra had sent Jean. But why?

This thought bothered her all day. It took her attention away from her work.

Katy was visiting her office for the third time. Finally, she had to ask, “Is there something bothering you?”

Neera was taken aback and asked, “Why do you ask?”

Katy looked at her face and reasoned, “You don’t look too good.”

She finally realized how much she had let the issue affect her.

Neera pursed her lips and suppressed her emotion. She tried to push it aside and concentrated on her work.