Chapter 351


    Chapter 351 Has Jean Ever Had His Mouth Blessed?


    After ending the call, Neera suppressed her inner turmoil and got up, intending to prepare some lunch.


    However, upon opening the refrigerator, she found it empty – there was no leftover food in the house.


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    Letting out a sigh, she realized she had no choice but to head to the nearby upscale supermarket for


    groceries.


    An hourter, she returned with a bag full of fresh ingredients, feeling ravenously hungry and drained of


    energy or motivation to cook.


    any


    Deciding to take the easy way out, she opted to make herself a bowl of instant noodles and took it to


    the gazebo to eat. She nned to manage through lunch this way and then prepare a proper meal for


    herselfter in the evening.


    As she waited for the noodles to cook, she noticedn on the other side of the railing, watering Jean’s


    outrageously expensive greenery. He seemed downcast, with a drooping posture, as if he were the


    most miserable person on Earth.


    Curious, Neera called out to him, “Mr.n, why are you taking care of the nts today? Isn’t it usually


    Richard’s job to tend to them?”


    lan looked up upon hearing her voice, and his eyes disyed a distinct sense of resentment. Last


    night, Jean had made him practice his driving skills for the entire night, only to wake up in the morning


    and be tasked with demonstrating them again. Now, he was relegated to watering nts…


    Despite being an influential senior assistant who could shake things up with a simple stomp of his foot


    at Kingsview,n found himself reduced to the role of an ordinary gardener. As much as he wanted to


    lodge aint with Neera about the situation, his reason prevailed, and he came up with ame


    excuse, “Richard took the day off today, so I’m helping with the nts.”


    As he spoke, he unintentionally revealed a tinge of self-pity, which Neera couldn’t help but notice. InContentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!


    her eyes,n appeared somewhat pitiful and downtrodden.


    However, a frosty snort interrupted the scene. Jean had appeared out of nowhere and was standing


    behindn.


    Startled,n straightened up immediately, as if he were a young por tree. “Ms. Garcia, you go ahead


    and have your meal. I won’t disturb you!”


    With a hasty farewell, he grabbed the watering can and resumed his gardening duties.


    Once he left, Neera was left alone with Jean. They locked eyes, and memories ofst night’s


    tumultuous encounter and her confusing dreams flooded Neera’s mind, making the atmosphere


    awkward.


    After an extended silence, Neera finally spoke up, “Um, have you had lunch?”


    Jean arched an eyebrow, nced at his wristwatch, and then responded leisurely, “Yes, I have.”


    Neera immediately felt embarrassed for asking such an unnecessary question. It was already past 2


    p.m. wouldn’t have had lunch by then?


    –


    who


    Regretting her choice to have lunch in the gazebo rather than at the restaurant, she berated herself for


    her impulsive decision. Now, she found herself in an awkward situation with Jean.


    Jean, however, appeared unfazed by the situation and asked, “Is that your lunch?” He gestured toward


    the bowl of instant noodles in her hand.


    Neera didn’t give it much thought and proceeded to eat her noodles.


    About an hourter, she realized why Jean had asked about her stomach.


    A sharp pain radiated through her abdomen, leaving her feeling as if something was churning inside


    her stomach. Her stomachache intensified, feeling like a fiery turmoil.


    Over the years, due to her work in the researchb, she had often ski pped meals and subjected her


    stomach to irregr eating patterns. Although she had been trying to take better care of her health, she


    still asionally overtaxed her stomach.


    In particrst night’s alcohol consumptionbined with today’s sp icy instant noodles on an empty


    stomach proved to be a disastrousbination for her sensitive stomach.


    In the afternoon, she was in such difort that she was drenched in cold sweat,menting Jean’s


    supposed jinxed words. “Has Jean ever had his mouth blessed?”


    Enduring the pain, she got up to find some medicine.


    However, she was met with another misfortune – her medicine box was empty!


    With no other options, she had to ring the doorbell next door.