The Enigmatic Return novel Chapter 566

With a flick of the reins, Snowdash began to gallop.

Jean whispered into Nerra's ear, sharing tidbits she should pay attention to.

However, Neera struggled to pick up his words.

The wind grew restless and pressed against her face. Her heart was in worse turbulence compared with the wind.

Her senses were heightened. The thumping and erratic heartbeats echoed loudly in her ears. Beyond that, all her attention was focused on the whisper in her ear.

His lips brushed against her ear, his warm breath sending a searing sensation into her ear. It scalded the inside of her ears and made her body burn.

She thought such scenes could only happen in movies; experiencing them firsthand made her feel inexplicably shy.

Not far away, a horse was startled and began to neigh loudly.

The staff took charge of the situation.

This horse, which appeared to have been provoked, turned around and charged towards Neera.

That noise scared Snowdash. It neighed again and bolted forward, attempting to throw off the riders on its back.

Neither Neera nor Jean expected this. Their expressions shifted dramatically.

The former was so frightened that she almost lost her balance and fell to the ground.

Jean did his best to keep the reins under control, but Snowdash's speed was uncontrollable.

Both of them fell off the horse's back in a matter of seconds.

Jean's face changed as he realized they were about to come into contact with the ground. He instinctively shielded Neera within his arms in the nick of time.

Thud! They both landed hard!

Even though the arena ground was grassy, Jean took the brunt of the impact on his back. The bump was excruciatingly painful. Despite his high pain tolerance, he couldn't help but let out a stifled groan!

Neera landed in his sturdy embrace. Aside from experiencing shock when she hit the ground, she wasn't hurt much.

After she gathered herself, she looked at Jean with concern.

What met her gaze was his deep, furrowed brow and painful expression. A never-before-felt panic clenched her heart.

Terrified, she tried to break free from his embrace, but her limbs felt weak. She managed to turn to the side and struggled to prop herself up.

Without breaking eye contact, she gently pushed him.

Her voice trembled, and she called out to him, "Jean, are you okay? You're scaring me. Please talk to me!"

Everyone that stood nearby was astounded; they hurried and darted over.

"Sir, are you alright?"

Ian's complexion had turned white as a sheet. He called out a few times, but after getting no response, he turned around and growled angrily at the staff.

"What are you waiting for? Call an ambulance now!"

The staff stood rooted and dazed. They nodded stupefyingly and were about to make a call.

Jean had recovered from his pain; he moved his eyelids.

His complexion was horrifying pale, but he stopped them, saying, "Stop! It's not that serious."

"You scared me, Uncle Jean! I thought you had passed out."

The triplets just experienced an emotional roller coaster. They teared up, clearly frightened.

Sniffling, Neera felt as though all her strength had been drained.

She asked worriedly, "Ian, we need to help him to the resting room and check him out!"

Ian followed her instructions.

The triplets also helped Neera up, trying to dust off the dirt on her.

She shook her head and said, "I'm okay."

After saying that, she hurriedly caught up with Ian and never left Jean's side.

Once they went into the restroom, she began to remove his clothes without saying a word.

Jean grabbed her hand and stopped her.

He reasoned, "I'm fine. It's not as bad as it looks. I just took a fall, but I'm not bleeding."

Neera glared at him angrily. She snapped, "What do you mean by 'took a fall'? You might not have external wounds; there could be internal injuries or bone damage. Whether you're fine or not, I'll learn once I give you a thorough examination."

Jean's hand was still firmly grasped on her wrist. This time, he spoke with a teasing tone, "You're going to undress me under the watching eyes of so many people here?"

If this were any other time, Neera would have blushed. At this point, instead of her face, it was her eyes that were reddened.

"You're still in the mood to joke! Are you hurt so badly that you don't want to show me?"

Having known her for so long, Jean had never seen her appear so anxious before; she was on the verge of tearing up.

His hand, which held on to her, moved a little. He pursed his lips and suddenly said, "Everyone, please leave."

Naturally, this was a command he gave to Ian and the rest.

The door to the resting room was swung open and closed, leaving just the two of them in the room.

Jean finally let go, letting out an exasperated sigh, "I surrender."

After saying that, he began to remove his top himself.

Neera hurriedly checked his back and spotted a deep bruise.

She raised her hand and pressed the bruises, asking, "Does this hurt? And here..."

Jean answered each of her queries.

After the simple check, Neera grew less worried about him.

He's doing fine.

Seeing her worry, Jean's expression grew softened. He reassured her patiently, "It's not a big deal. It's not painful."

Neera bit her lip and pressed hard on his bruise.

Hiss! Jean couldn't hold back and inhaled loudly.

Neera warned in a deep voice, "If you act tough again, I'll show you what real pain is."