The Enigmatic Return novel Chapter 470

What's wrong with me? Why do I feel all funny inside when he says that? Neera thought.

She could not shake off that weird feeling on the way to the restaurant. It was only after she got out of the car that she returned to normal.

During the meal, as she expected, Mr. Chaucer kept on refilling Jean's glass with alcohol.

"Mr. Beauvort, I might be older than you, but I genuinely admire you! To be frank, I consider myself lucky to be able to collaborate with Beauvort Group for this project. The previous person in charge of the project signed the contract with Crimea Group without considering many factors. If the scandal didn't break out, I can't tell what the project will turn out to be!"

Jean and Neera were surprised to hear that, though they didn't show it on their faces.

Jean smiled and clinked his wine glass with Mr. Chaucer's. "It is also Beauvort Group's honor to be working with you, Mr. Chaucer. We won't let you down."

Mr. Chaucer was put in a good mood. He continually refilled Jean's glass.

Each time, Jean took a small sip. He remembered what Neera told him.

In case Mr. Chaucer might misunderstand, Neera explained, "Jean respects you a lot, Mr. Chaucer, but his poor health doesn't allow him to indulge in alcohol. Allow me to drink on his behalf."

To show her sincerity, she filled her own glass, clinked it with Mr. Chaucer's glass, and downed it in one gulp.

Mr. Chaucer didn't mind it. "It's fine. I've also heard that Mr. Beauvort isn't feeling very well too."

He smiled and looked at Neera with admiration. "On the other hand, I didn't expect you to be such a heavy drinker! Alright then, let's drink to our heart's content tonight!"

Neera smiled. "Alright."

Neera and Mr. Chaucer drank almost non-stop. By the end of the meal, as much as Neera tried to prevent it from happening, she was nevertheless drunk.

She felt her head spin as soon as she stood up, and she couldn't find her footing.

She could barely stand by the time they were at the restaurant entrance.

Jean wrapped his arm around her waist and allowed her to lean onto him.

Ian wanted to send Mr. Chaucer home, but Mr. Chaucer was concerned about Neera's condition.

"Don't worry about me. You should go back straight to the hotel."

Ian turned his head to Jean and waited for his decision. Jean nodded and said goodbye to Mr. Chaucer before parting ways.

Back at the hotel, Jean told Ian to go back to his room, while he helped Neera walk to her room.

He closed the door behind them and led her to the bed.

Neera could barely support herself on the bed, she leaned against the headboard, and her face was intensely red.

Jean was worried about her. "Will you be okay sleeping alone?"

Neera struggled to push her eyelids open and stared at him for a few seconds before nodding and mumbling, "Of… course. Why can't I? I'm… very capable…"

She wrinkled her nose as though the stench of alcohol on her body made her unhappy.

"Urgh… this stinks! Herbs are better…"

She let out a small burp. Her eyes were teary and puffy as though she had been bullied.

Jean could not help but smile when he saw her like that. "You're right."

Neera's body usually had a faint fragrance of herbs. At that moment, he could only smell the stench of alcohol on her.

Neera tried to stand up from the bed. She was used to being clean. "I… I'm going to take a shower," she mumbled.

Jean's eyes widened slightly in surprise.

You can barely stand! How are you going to take a shower like this?

No one else was able to help her. Jean didn't want her to accidentally slip and fall.

He pushed her shoulders and pinned her onto the bed. "You've had too much to drink. You should sleep first and take a shower tomorrow morning after you wake up. Alright?"

Neera frowned and pushed Jean's hands away. "No… I wanna shower tonight. I can't sleep if I don't shower! I feel so warm…"

Some time had passed since they left the restaurant. The alcohol was in full effect.

Neera felt as though there was a furnace burning inside her body. She felt thirsty and uncomfortable. Instinctively, she began to remove her clothes.

She was dressed in office wear today. After throwing her jacket aside, she started to unbutton her dress shirt…

Immediately, her collarbones and fair skin were exposed. One could even catch a glimpse of the outline of her bra.

Jean gasped. He quickly grabbed her wrists.

"Don't take your clothes off. Listen to me. You can shower tomorrow morning."

His voice was a lot lower than earlier. There was even a hint of hoarseness.

Neera's ears were exceptionally sensitive. She felt a jolt and a tingle in her spine.

She narrowed her gaze and stared at him. "Your… Your voice is so nice. You sound like Jean! Jean's voice is also so nice…"

She burped and continued, "Also… You… look like Jean. Your eyes, your nose, your lips…"

She touched each part of Jean's face as she spoke.

When she reached his lips, she pressed down hard.

"So soft!"

She closed her eyes and smiled.