Chapter 200

Chapter 200
That shouldn't be the case. Ever since Jane came back to the country, he couldn't see any sign that this woman still had feelings for him. She clearly wanted to stay as far away from him as possible, the kind who'd rather never cross paths with him again.

But if it wasn't jealousy, could it be that she thought he still had something going on with Anna and didn't want to get involved with a "married man"?

He couldn't figure it out, had no idea what she really meant, so he just looked at her, his gaze deep and searching.

Jane wasn't sleeping very soundly. She mumbled in her sleep: "Cold..."

As she spoke, she unconsciously reached out to grab something, touched John's pants, seemingly wanting to pull them over, but couldn't. Her hand started groping around.

John held back, finally picking up his jacket to cover her with it.

Unexpectedly, she suddenly reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck.

John wasn't prepared and fell right on top of her.

Her soft body was beneath him, her soft chest pressed against his. Suddenly he remembered that night six years ago, the feeling of charging forward while wrapped in her softness and warmth.

He almost couldn't hold back...

Her arms around him tightened, her cheek nuzzled against his neck. Her warm breath brushed across his skin, stirring up waves of desire, yet she remained completely unaware.

John restrained his body's urges and looked down at her. Moonlight gently fell on her face, softening her usual arrogant and aggressive edge. Right now, she looked quiet and well-behaved.

His gaze couldn't help but move downward, landing on her gorgeous lips. His Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and his eyes grew heated.

"Haven't you done enough to me already?"

Her words from earlier today suddenly echoed in his ears.

He knew she was referring to the several times he'd forcefully kissed her in the elevator.

Come to think of it, he didn't know what had come over him at the time. Sure, she'd made him angry, but his self-control had always been excellent. With other women, he didn't even engage in flirtatious behavior, let alone force himself on them.

But he really had done that to Jane, and several times at that.

Truth be told, he just wanted to kiss her.

Faced with those lips of hers, he seemed to have no resistance.

His lips involuntarily pressed down, lightly touching hers.

Jane seemed to feel something, and even in her sleep, responded instinctively.

John froze for a moment, then began to indulge himself, tasting her softness and sweetness.

For a moment, it was as if he'd forgotten, and she didn't know, that this was a hospital.

In the bedroom, Grandma was sleeping restlessly, worried about her granddaughter. She kept waking up from time to time, and happened to catch this scene. It even seemed like her granddaughter had initiated it...

What was going on?

Grandma was confused too.

Not that she was particularly conservative, and having lived most of her life, what hadn't she seen? She wasn't against it.

She was just a bit upset. In the past, both she and her late husband had thought this grandson-in-law was great - good-looking, good background, excellent in his own right. Plus with the good relationship between the two families, they'd been very satisfied with John as a grandson-in-law.

But John had broken her precious granddaughter's heart. Not only had he ignored her throughout their three-year marriage, he'd even divorced her, causing her to go abroad alone and suffer all kinds of hardships overseas.

Thinking of this, she couldn't forgive that John boy.

But looking at the current situation, it seemed her granddaughter still had feelings for this guy.

And the way John looked at Jane didn't seem completely emotionless either.

She couldn't understand what young people were thinking anymore.

John seemed to realize this was a hospital. He didn't continue any further, but lay down beside Jane, pulling her into his arms and letting her rest on his arm.

In the second half of the night, Jane slept well, sleeping straight through until after 5 AM.

Dawn's light shone in through the window.

Jane turned her head and saw John's handsome sleeping face. She froze for a moment as some images flashed through her mind, though she couldn't see them clearly.

Had something happened last night?

She tried hard to remember but couldn't recall anything. She just stared at him stupidly, her mind wandering.

John had opened his eyes at some point, his clear eyes showing no trace of sleepiness.

He looked at the woman in his arms with a half-smile, his voice low and deep, carrying an inexplicable allure: "Do you like what you see?"

Her face instantly turned red. She replied uncomfortably: "Not bad, I guess."

"Really?" Mr. Smith didn't seem upset at all. In fact, he said with interest: "But your eyes seem to be saying something different."

"Well, Mr. Smith must be pretty talented, being able to understand what my eyes are saying."

She didn't want to keep chatting with him, afraid Grandpa or Grandma might see them, so she tried to get up.

But the space on this sofa was limited after all. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and any movement she made would touch his body.

Just now, she must have touched him somewhere, because she heard him groan and say through gritted teeth: "Miss Watson, even if you want to take advantage of me, please consider where we are first."

"Who wants to take advantage of you?" she instinctively shot back.

"Then does Miss Watson need me to help you recall what you did to me last night?" His gaze fell on her face, deep and intense.

Jane felt uncomfortable under his gaze. Pretending not to know anything, she casually said: "Mr. Smith, don't be so full of yourself. Even if I did something to you, it was in my dream. How would I know it was you in my dream?"

Having said that, she didn't give him a chance to respond. She quickly got up and went into Grandpa's hospital room to check on him.

John remained sitting on the living room sofa, watching her skillfully handle the medical instruments to examine the old man. A bold thought suddenly flashed through his mind:

Could Jane possibly be Ellen?