Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 133 Compromises

Bang! Bang! The door soon gave way from the persistent pounding.

Inside, Doris was surrounded by several men.

Jay's blood boiled at the sight. Wasting no time, he stretched out walked towards the men. The next moment, a brawl broke out among them, one against many.

He swung his chair as he blocked off their attacks. His enemies fell one after another, until at last, they retreated after being roughed up.

"Are you all right, Doris?" Jay was beside Doris instantly, his strong arms helping her stand.

Doris was wide-eyed in fear. She had never witnessed such a violent scuffle before. As she became conscious of Jay's arms around her, she pulled him closer and broke out into sobs. "Thank God you are here."

"Why didn't you call me?" Jay asked softly, willing away the tremors that racked her body.

"It... It wasn't that easy. Those men said they were here to see a doctor. I had no idea and the next thing I knew..."

Her voice trailed off, leaving the rest of her sentence unfinished. Doris knew that Jay was against her job, and she no longer had any strength left to argue.

Jay saw shadows cross her eyes and breathed out a resigned sigh. "As long as you're fine. Let's get you something to eat."

Doris nodded obediently. It was one of those rare moments where she acquiesced without arguing. Jay held her close as he led her out, his arm wrapped around her protectively.

At Spring Restaurant.

Jay told Doris to order whatever she wanted and then excused himself from their table.

He took out his phone and made a call to Hanson, instructing him to get the surveillance footage in the hospital and replace the men who were involved in the trouble.

With the video, it was a piece of cake to replace out their identities and track them down.

"Mr. Fang, these bastards are notorious crooks in H City. Shall we take them here for an interrogation?"

"Definitely," Jay said coldly, his gaze falling on Doris as she sat down at the table. "Take them to my office. I'll be there soon."

"Yes, sir."

The call ended and Jeremy went back to the table.

The food was already set, and to Jay's mild surprise, most of them were his preferences.

"I told you to get what you liked. These are all my favorites. What? You want to thank me for saving your life today?" He chuckled as he sat down across from her.

Doris refused to be affected by his disarming smile. "Not really. I think you're forgetting something here. I saved you last night and you saved me today, so we're even now," she answered nonchalantly. Jay burst into laughter at her response, his eyes twinkling in amusement. "How eloquent. You should be a host with that skillful tongue. Why not give it a try?" "No," Doris refused. "You can replace any other woman you like for that. I don't believe you have a shortage of them. With your money and status, you can have any woman running to you with a flick of your finger."

The light in Jay's eyes dimmed at her callous answer. "You are so... Can't we have a normal conversation?" He played around with women. That much was true, and he wasn't going to deny it. But even as he had a long list of women at his beck and call, Jay had never indulged in anything farther than spending company with them. He had never been intimate with anyone other Doris, but he doubted that anything he said would even make a difference to her.

An awkward silence fell upon them until Doris finally compromised. "All right, let's drop the subject. Let's just talk about something else."

A mischievous smile broke from Jay's lips. She was finally lowering her defenses, even if it was only for a small fraction. Doris was like a hedgehog all the time when it came to him. Every time he tried to approach, she would immediately prick up her quills.

"You saved me last night, and I saved you today. Do you think we are life and death partners?" Jay said with a disarming smile. He was turning on the charm heavily on her.

If she didn't know any better, Doris would have been flustered. "Partners? Don't you think that's a bit of an exaggeration?" she answered coolly.

At her words, Jay was speechless. 'So much for lowering her defenses,' he thought to himself as waves of disappointment set in his chest. He didn't let his expression shift, however. "Fine. Then, even if you can't be my life and death partner, we can at least have a relationship, right?"

"I..." Doris looked at Jay. He had the same earnest expression all throughout the day, and she felt her resolve wavering. "Mr. Fang," she began formally. "I know you dislike my profession. I'm afraid that... Your parents would dislike it, too."

"You haven't met them yet. How could you be so sure about what they would think? How about we visit them when you're free?" Jay pressed, refusing to back down.

His determination was so clear that Doris had to relent. "Then, you should ask your parents yourself first. If they have any issues with my job or my family then we can just forget it. If not, we can talk about it later then."

"Alright." Jay smiled. She didn't reject him. For now, that small hope would be enough.

The two shared a good lunch in a comfortable silence.

After lunch, it was time to go back to work.

Jay drove straight to his office.

Hanson and his men were ready, having brought the perpetrators who stirred up the trouble in earlier as well.

Jay stepped inside the dark office.

Hanson had already set a chair for him, and he sat down slowly, looking at the men whose hands were bound behind them.

"We can make this simple, or we can do this the hard way. That's up to you. Now, tell me. Who ordered you to do it?" he asked casually, crossing one leg over another.

The men exchanged glances and one of them spoke up. "We don't know what you're talking about. We went there to see a doctor but that bitch refused to treat us, so we got annoyed..." "Hanson," Jay called. Hanson didn't need words to understand his order.

"Yes, sir."

Hanson and his men raised their hands. Soon, clear, snapping sound punctuated by pained groans echoed in the room.

It was only a matter of time before someone crumbled. Finally, another voice bellowed, "All right! I'll tell you! The daughter of the Zhuang family, Dorothy. She was the one who gave us the orders." Jay sat frozen at the man's admission. He could never have suspected Dorothy.

The woman didn't have any conflict with Doris, so why?

Even if she hated Nancy, she shouldn't have gotten Doris involved.

As for himself, he kept his personal affairs out of his business. Despite playing around, Jay was competent, tactful and he rarely offended people, not to mention that the Zhuang family were his business partners.

So what did he miss?

"Why?" he asked the man.

"Miss Zhuang... She said..." the man fumbled for words.

"Spit it out!" Jay said coldly, his voice impatient and menacing.

"She just said she didn't like Doris!" the man answered.

Jay's eyes passed over the others as he asked, "Is what he said true?"

They all nodded frantically.

"Ha! She really is something. Does she really think she can get away with doing everything she wants?" Jay sneered.

The men didn't dare make a sound, lest they would be subjected to another round of hits. They kept their eyes on the ground as they lowered their head.

"Hanson, take them away and deal with them yourself." "Yes, sir." Hanson turned to his men and ordered. "Take them!1 "Mr. Fang, please spare us. It was all Dorothy. She's the one at fault. She wanted us to hurt that woman. We are innocent!" the men pleaded desperately for their lives.

Their cries fell on deaf ears as Jay stayed silent. He took out his phone and dialed Charles' number.

"What's wrong?" Charles answered in an unsteady voice.

"Charles, are you sober now?"

Last night at the bar, Charles downed one drink after another. He was hammered by the time they left.

"Yes. What is it?" From his voice, Jay could tell that he was still in stupor.

"Well, Dorothy..." Jay began.

But before he could finish his words, Charles interrupted him.

"What about her?"

Charles rubbed his forehead to relieve the pounding as his annoyance rose over his drunkenness.

Last night, it was Dorothy who picked him up from the bar.

She stayed with him the whole night.

It was the perfect opportunity for her to earn his favor. She immediately asked the servant to cook a bowl of soup for him to sober up. Then, she took it upon herself to feed him.

She took such good care of him.

In his liquor-induced languor, Charles thought she saw Nancy.

As Dorothy cleaned his body, he grabbed her hand and asked, "Nancy! You are Nancy, aren't you?"

As the name fell between his lips, Dorothy felt bitterness rise to her throat.

Even now, he kept on calling that other woman when she was the one here. Why couldn't Charles just forget Nancy?

"Nancy, please. Just tell me what I can do to make you come back. I'll do anything!" Charles pleaded, his voice thick with misery.

Author's note

TESS WHITE EEEJ

Translator: Alice