The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 804 Carry Me
In the evening, the children were exhausted from their day and went to bed early.
Neera and Jean decided to enjoy a drink downstairs.
They brought back a bottle of wine from the winery that day, personally selected by Jean, and it was truly delightful.
Neera’s initial restraint wavered, and after a few glasses, her face turned rosy, and her eyes held a
hint of merriment.
Jean, however, followed his doctor’s advice and chatted with her without drinking.
“It’s getting late, and you’ve had quite a bit to drink. I think it’s time to call it a night,” Jean suggested
warmly, noticing that Neera’s alcohol tolerance reached its limit.
Neera held her glass tenderly, sipping the last drops of wine, wiped her lips, and then responded somewhat hazily, “Alright.”
As she tried to stand up, the world seemed to spin before her eyes, and felt as though she was walking on clouds, causing her to stumble.
Concerned, Jean rushed to her side, offering support. “Be careful.”
Neera clung to him, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Her alcohol-tinted eyes sparkled, incredibly beautiful, and highly captivating. She tilted her head and gazed directly at him, her red, luscious lips parting slightly.

“Carry me!”
She extended her arms toward him, her tone teasing and flirtatious.
Jean’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he restrained himself, lifting her and smiling at her warmly,
“Alright, I’ll carry you back to your room.”
Neera responded softly, “Yeah,” and nestled honestly in Jean’s arms.
However, upon reaching their upstairs room, Jean wanted to let her go, but she suddenly began to
playfully resist, refusing to let go.
Looking at her playful demeanor, Jean’s eyes darkened, and he leaned down to kiss her.
Neera complied with his kiss, allowing herself to be lost in the moment. Time seemed to blur, and she eventually drifted off to sleep.
As the minutes passed, and her breathing steadied, Jean reluctantly released her, only to find her
sleeping peacefully.
With a wry smile, he gently placed her on the bed and left to take a cold shower.
The next morning, just as he was waking up, Jean received an unexpected call from his parents.
“Hey, what’s going on?” he answered, his voice still slightly h o arse from just waking up.
On the other end, his father’s voice carried irritation. “Jean, your mother and I have arrived in
Essley. Where are you now?”
Jean’s drowsiness evaporated instantly upon hearing this news.
He sat up and inquired curtly, “What brings you here?”
The phone was then handed over to Wrenn.
“Naturally, we’re here to handle the children. You’ve been here and show no signs of returning. We can’t just sit around. Jean, your father and I will be at the hotel owned by our company. Quickly pack up and bring the children here!”
Wrenn hung up without waiting for a response as if she was scared Jean might refuse to do so.
Jean frowned upon hearing the call end.
His mother’s impulsive nature hadn’t changed one bit as she never thought of others at all.
At that moment, Neera and the children knocked on his door.
“Uncle Jean, are you awake? Can we come in?”