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Chapter 436
Chapter 436
Chapter 436 Don’t Overthink It
Nathaniel spoke with ease. Janet decided
to stop playing coy and boldly put down the quilt, giving Nathaniel an unobstructed view.
“It looks… not as good as it feels to the touch. I’d say it’s a 7 out of 10.”
Nathaniel approached with the glass of water. He placed one hand on the headboard and brought the ri
m of the glass close to Janet’s lips. His voice was hoarse and lazy from sleep.
“Really? I think you might not have been fully conscious last night and missed some spots. Want to try
again?”
Janet stared at the well–defined abdominal muscles inches from her face. A blush
up to her ears, and her throat felt dry.
crept
She coughed lightly, looked away, snatched the glass, and downed its contents in one
1. go.
Nathaniel didn’t miss Janet’s shyness. He walked over to the sofa with a faint smile to grab a change of
clothes.
Janet’s cheerful voice sounded from behind him.
“What’s done is done. Neither of us got the short end of the stick, so let’s call it even.”
Nathaniel spun around abruptly, his smile gone. “What do you mean?”
Janet shrugged, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed.
“What else could I mean? We’re both adults here. You should know it was just a one–
night stand. Don’t overthink it.”
Nathaniel approached, blocking Janet’s path. He stared at her with downcast eyes.
“What if I want to overthink it?”
Janet looked back at Nathaniel. The affection in his eyes seemed somewhat sincere, and
it made her hesitate.
But soon, Janet adjusted her expression and put on hypocritical politeness.
“Since you care so much about it, I don’t want to waste your emotional and physical strength. Name a p
rice.”
Nathaniel ground his teeth and sneered, “What did you say?”
Janet was unaware of his displeasure. She
found her mobile phone by the bed, opened PayPal, and typed a string of numbers.
“How about this?” She shook her phone. “This is already double the market price.”
Janet looked Nathaniel up and down. “Given your look and figure, I don’t feel bad about spending the
money.”
Nathaniel’s face turned even darker. “It seems that you know the market well.”
Janet exaggeratedly covered her mouth with her hand and smiled provocatively. “Just a little.”
Nathaniel tried his best to suppress his anger. “Janet!”
How dared she compare him to a pimp! It seemed that he should have done something. yesterday and
let her know that he was her man.
Janet dug her ears, adding fuel to the flames. “What are you shouting for? I’ll give you another 100 doll
ars.
“You’re so petty to care about such a small amount of money while you own a big
business.”
After Janet finished sneaking in a sarcastic tone cho chuckl
bathroom.
Bonitat
She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering when her makeup had been removed. Her face was fair
and clean with a blush from the morning.
Janet splashed cold water on her face to drive away the wild thoughts in her heart.
A sudden knock rang out. Nathaniel burst in, shirtless.
“Hey! Have you lost your mind?”
Before Janet could even scream in shock, Nathaniel grabbed her shoulder and pinned her against the
wall, kissing her deeply.
The cold tiles pressed against her back, and Janet couldn’t help but flinch. Nathaniel’s hand groped be
hind her, steadying her against the wall.
Nathaniel’s mouth was filled with the sweet scent of lime–flavored toothpaste. He
seized her lips aggressively, sucking as if trying to devour her.
After a moment of disorientation, Janet came to her senses. She pushed him away with all her might, fi
nally breaking free from his kiss.
She wiped her mouth vigorously. “What are you doing!”
Nathaniel was panting slightly. He wrapped one arm around her waist and rested his
hand on her ear.
“Since you’re charging me twice the market price, I have to render great service.”
Janet ducked to avoid his embrace. “I don’t need it.”
Nathaniel refused to let her go. Every inch she squatted down, he followed.
She couldn’t escape by dodging left and right. Annoyed, Janet raised her leg and
stomped on Nathaniel angrily.
Nathaniel’s wicked expression crumbled instantly, and he sucked in a painful breath.
“Ow! You!”
Janet took the lead. “What about me?
“This is the last warning. If you dare touch me again, you’ll regret it!”
Nathaniel limped on one leg as Janet mercilessly threw him out the door.
While cursing, Janet emerged from washing up. Nathaniel had just hung up the phone
and was starting to put on his shirt.
The curtains had been drawn, and under the warm morning light, Janèt saw the distinct
scratches on Nathaniel’s back which were still fresh red.
Janet’s face turned red. No accident! It should be her “masterpiece” from last night.
Janet dropped her eyes, determined to ignore it, and picked up her phone to look
through it.
There were more than ten missed calls from Donahue. She called back.
The line soon connected, and Donahue’s concerned voice came. “Jill, are you okay?”
Janet sat down on the sofa. “Don’t worry. I’m fine, protected by the bodyguards you left
in the hotel. I just woke up to see the message you sent me.”
Donahue breathed a sigh of relief. He had left in a hurry last night and left Janet alone
with Nathaniel.
If Janet didn’t call back, he would go back to the hotel.
“By the way, how is Doris?”
Donahue was outside the ward. “Fine now. She’ll be monitored for a day with
transfusion and can be discharged if nothing happens.”
Janet nodded, “That’s good. Tell her that I’ll come to visit her in the afternoon.”
Donahue nodded in response.
When he hung up the phone, Bryan had been waiting for a while.
He handed Donahue a document. “Mr. Smedley, this is the contract you just told me to draw up.”
Donahue skimmed it through before turning around and entering the ward.
The ward was spacious and bright with a bouquet of lilies on the bedside table
exuding a light and soothing fragrance.
Doris leaned against the head of the bed with a pale face, looking out of the window. From a distance,
she looked like a weak willow swaying in the wind.
The sound of Donahue opening the door reached her ears, but Doris didn’t turn around.
She simply stared blankly at the flowers and branches outside the window.
Donahue glanced at the table. The porridge on the tray remained untouched.
“Why didn’t you eat breakfast?”
Doris‘ lips were bloodless. “I have no appetite.”
Donahue silently stared at her pale and ethereal profile. In a low voice, he said, “Eat something. You’re
too weak now.”
He put down the document, picked up the bowl, and slowly stirred it with a spoon.
From the corner of her eye, Doris caught sight of the document that Donahue had placed
on the bed. Her pupils shrank when she saw its title.
Holding the bowl, Donahue scooped up a spoonful of porridge and brought it to her
mouth. “It’s not hot. Open your mouth.” Content © NôvelDrama.Org.
Doris turned her head away sharply and said impatiently, “I already told you. I don’t