Chapter 849

Chapter 849 Don’t Be Shy Neera was relaxing at home that afternoon.

Neil had brought some important documents for her to sign.

He felt uneasy remembering the incident from a few days ago and asked, ‘Ms. Carrie, a you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Neera replied with a smile. “These are minor wounds. You saved my life by keng Sea locate us. I’m grateful for you. Thank you very much”

“You don’t have to thank me,” Neil said with a shake of his head.

“I should be the one to thank you. I did nothing. You’re the one who drove those people away, otherwise…I should apologize for burdening you,”

“How are your injuries?” Neera softly interrupted, Neil nodded and stated, “I’m fine now. I only had some bruises and have received an X–ray scan. It’s nothing major.”

“If that’s the case, then I’m relieved,” Neera sighed.

A grin spread across her face as she continued, “I’ll have to bother you for the next few days abou the company’s affairs.”

“Certainly, it’s my duty,” Neil stated as he handed over the documents.

Neera took them. She casually browsed the papers. She was prepared to sign after making sure there were no problems.

Her injury, however, was on her right shoulder, and lifting her arm hurt a little.

Jean was aware of this.

“You should get some rest,” he suggested. “I’m happy to sign them for you.”

Hesitated, After a moment of hesitation, Neil said, “This… Mr. Beauvort, your handwriting is different from Ms. Garcia’s. It’s inappropriate.”

“It’s okay,” Neera said with a small grin, “he should have no trouble imitating it.”

She then pulled out one of her previous signatures for Jean’s reference.

Jean studied it intently, then practiced several times on a blank sheet of paper before producing a virtually identical signature.

Then, he picked up the pace of his signing.

Neera sat back and admired him from the side.

The triplets arrived, and I brought them tca.

Their father’s signature was a dead ringer for their mother’s, and the kids couldn’t help but make fun of him.

“Uncle Jean, you’ve spoiled Mommy by helping her sign the documents and not letting her tire herself!”

They had no idea that Neera had been hurt. They assumed Jean didn’t want their mother to be tired, so he spoiled her in every way.

Neera grinned at Jean.

‘Isn’t that right?” she joked, echoing the children’s jokes. “He knows how to pamper me.”

Jean did not deny it and went about his work calmly.

His sole focus was on ensuring that Neera received the best possible care so that she could make a speedy recovery.

Neera was drained after dinner.

Jean helped her up the stairs by holding her hand.

He urged, “A shower would be good for you. Remember, keep the wound dry.”

“Do you want someone to help you?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m not that delicate,” Neera replied, smiling. “I can handle these minor injuries on my own.”

“OK then,” Jean agreed.

Neera changed into her pajamas and went into the bathroom.

Her injuries made it difficult for her to move. She was in there for a good half an hour before she finally came out.

Upon realizing that Jean had not left, she asked, “Why are you here? Aren’t you going to get some rest?”

‘I’m not in a hurry,” Jean said, waving at her. “Come here. I’ll administer the medication to you.”

Shocked, Neera realized she had completely forgotten about it.

Applying medicine… I need to take off my clothes, isn’t it?

‘What’s the matter? Are you shy?”

sean raised an eyebrow when he noticed Neera standing rooted. He said, “I’m just going to apply medicine for you. What is there to be shy about?”

Neera thought he had a point and walked over.

She sat down, facing him, and began to unbutton in silence.

Neera thought nothing of it, but when she undid her buttons, her ears grew red. She felt exposed and vulnerable as she undid her top button and bared her shoulder to him.

Jean’s eyes narrowed, but once he saw the cut, his desire quickly faded.

He felt sorry for her. He cleared all of his thoughts and applied the medicine with caution, fearful of injuring her. He would even breathe on it occasionally.

This, however, only temporarily relieved her pain.

Even though she was in pain, Neera had to persevere.

She experienced a tingling sensation following the application of the medicine.

Her forehead became covered in sweat.

She tried to raise her hand to button her top, but the pain prevented her.

Jean saw that she was sitting motionlessly, and he quickly asked, “What’s wrong?”

Neera’s complexion turned pale.

Embarrassed, she said softly, “You need to help me button up.”