The Enigmatic Return (Nancy’s And Roxanne )

Chapter 1392

Jean lounged against the backrest, his voice filled with amusement. “You seem excited.”

Neera blinked and replied, “Of course. This is a matter of life and death for the Gordon family, of utmost importance. Now that it has been resolved so smoothly, I can finally put my mind at ease.”

Jean made a noncommittal sound, picking up a strand of her long hair to play with. He twirled it around his fingertips before casually asking, “Do you trust Colin so much? Aren’t you afraid he will deceive you?”

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Neera shook her head slightly. “It’s not that I trust Colin. We’re not close. We’ve only met a couple of times, so it’s not a matter of trust or distrust.”

“So, it’s the man from Lordsworth Estate that you trust?” Jean raised an eyebrow and asked lazily yet purposefully.

“Hmm…” Neera stroked her chin thoughtfully. “All things considered, I suppose I’m more inclined to trust him.”

Jean chuckled inwardly at her words but maintained a serious expression. He frowned as if he cared deeply and added, “Why do you trust him more? You’ve met Colin a few times at least, but you’ve never even seen this man.”

Neera was somewhat confused herself, but she believed without any reason.

“You might find it odd when I say this, but even though I’ve never met him, for some reason, I always feel like he’s trustworthy. It’s as if…”

After thinking about it, her eyes lit up as she found the perfect word to describe it.

“It’s as if there’s an invisible magnetic field. I can feel it. He genuinely wants to help me, without any ulterior

motives.”

“Magnetic field? He genuinely wants to help you?” Jean listened to her words and chuckled inwardly, but he kept a straight face. He frowned as if he cared a lot, his tone filled with heavy dissatisfaction as he added, “Is it really appropriate for you to tell me that there’s a magnetic field between you and another man?”

a moment, then found herself torn between laughter and tears.

a description, nothing more. Don’t let your imagination

her, gripping her chin. His eyes were half-closed,

if I insist on letting my imagination run W

the enclosed space, his deep voice resonated like a

felt warm, and

“Hey! B-Behave yourself…”

was still driving, and Neera

even turn his head and immediately

really no need for

Jean couldn’t help but chuckle softly as he

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tremble, and

embarrassed. She shot him a

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“Who told you to say the wrong thing? I’m jealous now; How are

traced the softness of her lips with a touch that was neither

was a

like they were

truly a master at captivating people.

her arms around his neck, offering her lips to

he took the initiative, pulling her

Neera found herself pressed against the

grew heavier as they were lost in a

“Mmm…”