The Enigmatic Return ( Nancy’s )
The Enigmatic Return By Juliana. Spicy Chapter 656

Chapter 656 You Dote on Your Wife So Much

The triplets were sensible and did not bother Jean and Neera. They went to study by themselves.

Neera wrapped herself in a quilt and only exposed her mouth. She muttered softly, “I won’t run around. You can go back.”

With him here, she was a little distracted and could not sleep.

Jean sat down at the bedside. “I promised that I would accompany you. Be obedient. Close your eyes. Have a good sleep.”

His low voice sounded coaxing and pampering.

Neera felt her heart soften and did not want him to leave, so she quietly reached out from the quilt and held his hand.

“I’ll sleep if you hold me.” Her sweet voice got into Jean’s heart.

He gently smiled, leaned against the bed, intertwined his fingers with hers, and kissed her lips. “Sleep well.”

Neera closed her eyes obediently and fell asleep. It was already midnight when she woke up in a daze.

As soon as she opened her eyes, her eyebrows wrinkled slightly. She felt dizzy, and her nose was a little blocked.

Jean was still in the same position. Seeing her expression, he guessed a little bit.

“Not feeling well?” Jean brought her a glass of water.

Neera sat up, took it, and drank several sips before replying guiltily, “It seems like I have a cold…”

Jean looked a little unhappy when he heard her nasal voice. “It’s serious. You’re a doctor. Why don’t you know how to take precautions in advance? You should care about yourself.”

Neera knew she was in the wrong and responded dully, “I know it. I already wore an extra shirt today.”

Jean was still dissatisfied. “It’s so cold. You should wear two.”

Neera pursed her lips. “I don’t want to wear so much. I’ll look fat and ugly.”

Jean did not expect her to say that and was stunned. He felt amused. “Do you want to be warm or look good?”

Neera raised her eyes and said innocently, “I prefer to look good.”

Jean felt helpless and flicked her forehead. Neera was aggrieved and accused him, “You abused a patient.”

Jean giggled, leaned over, and kissed her forehead, “How about now?”

Neera snorted arrogantly. “It’s useless to please me after hitting me.”

Her little temper made Jean feel itchy, and he indulged her, willingly.

He laughed muffledly and rubbed her slightly messy hair tenderly,

“Auntie Zuniga made cereal. Do you want some? I’ll bring it to you.”

Neera was hungry and nodded. “Okay.”

Soon, Jean went downstairs and came up with cold medicine. Neera finished eating obediently, wiped her mouth, and was pushed back into bed by Jean before even getting off the ground.

“Go on to sleep. Don’t worry about anything else.”

Neera blinked. “What about you?”

Jean did not even think about it. “I’ll stay with you tonight. I won’t go anywhere.”

He worried she would have a high fever at midnight, so he stayed.

Neera understood what he thought. She felt a warm current flow in her heart. “Will you sleep on the sofa tonight?”

Jean lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows lightly. “Can you bear to see me suffer?”

Neera deliberately teased him. “Yes.”

After speaking, she could not hold back and said with a smile, “Forget it. I’ll take pity on you. Sleep here.” She moved aside.

Jean smiled but stood up instead of lying down. “You sleep first. I’ll go wash up.

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He looked around and said, “I may need to place my things here. You also need to place yours at my place.”

His eyes were meaningful. “Actually, it doesn’t have to be so troublesome. It’s naturally convenient if we live together.”

He blatantly mentioned cohabitation. Neera froze for a moment and buried her face in the quilt. “What time is it? I’m going to sleep! You go wash up!”

Jean was amused, did not say anything, and went into the bathroom.

That night, Neera fell asleep in Jean’s warm arms.

Perhaps it was because she sweated again after taking the medicine. Although she did not feel well when she woke up the next day, she did not have a fever. But her voice became a little hoarse.

The triplets were very concerned about her as they feared she would fall ill. Neera felt moved.

“Don’t worry. I’m not that fragile. I listened to you yesterday. I’ll continue to take medicine. I’ll be better tomorrow.”

The triplets listened to her comfort and then reluctantly felt relieved.

Jean thought more about it. Not only did he care about Neera, but he also took the triplets seriously.

That morning, he contacted Fabio.

“Jean, what’s the matter?”

“Send some clothes for Neera and the triplets.”

Fabio found it rare. “Jean, it seems Neera has captured your heart. Wait for me! I’ll be there soon!”

Just as Neera was about to greet them, she saw them moving clothes as if moving house.

She was immediately dumbfounded. “Are you planning to move your studio to my house?”

Nettie smiled. “These are all ordered by Mr. Beauvort. They’re all customized models made by Mr. Fabio. Nobody can buy them outside. There are also all kinds of styles for three cuties!”

Jean looked at it and felt satisfied. “Send the clothes to the cloakroom upstairs. Auntie Zuniga, please lead the way.”

Zuniga smiled and led the assistants up.

Neera was speechless. With so many clothes, she would not be able to wear them all.

Fabio sat down and gave Jean a thumbs–up. “You dote on your wife so much!”

Jean readily accepted the compliment and smiled lightly. “Of course.”