Chapter 586
Chapter 586 Don’t You Care About Your Health?
After Kyra had finished recording the variety show, she heard the news and lost her temper in the
dressing
room.
The assistant, visibly shaken, timidly asked “Ms. Marks, what’s bothering you…”
In response, the room echoed with the sound of bottles and jars crashing to the floor.
“Get out!”
Kyra propped herself up against the dressing table, her expression dark and almost unbelievable.
The assistant, not daring to provoke further, swiftly exited.
The atmosphere in the dressing room turned incredibly depressing.
Kyra’s teeth clenched so tightly they seemed on the verge of shattering, consumed by jealousy.
She never expected that Jean could aplish something so astonishing!
All for the sake of Neera, ignoring the rtionship between the Beauvort and Marks families!
Completely shattering any hope the Marks family had!
She despised Neera to the core and was even more infuriated by Jean’s heartlessness!
She had humbled herself to this extent, and yet, why did he still refuse to bat an eye at her?
Her phone was ringing continuously, and it was Stetson calling.
Kyra was so exasperated that she gritted her teeth before finally answering the call.
“What else is there?”
Stetson knew her temper well and warned her.
“Even if you be upset again, you mustn’t cause Neera trouble, let alone Jean. Right now, the top
priority is to stabilize the project. We can talk about the restter!” Stetson advised.
Kyra scoffed, “Dad, do you think there’s a future? Jean is so heartless, what kind of future is there?”
Stetson frowned, “As long as the Marks family perseveres, you remain the most suitable candidate for
the Beauvort family’s bride. Listen to me and don’t act rashly!”
How could Kyra swallow this indignation? This content ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
She had always been proud, and her only downfall had been when Jean fell.
Or was it because of Neera, that insufferable woman?
ording to her father, he would not n a marriage for her and the Beauvort family for the time
being.
In that case…
She would have to rely on herself to fight for it!
Neera remained unaware of all this.
The research institute grew busier by the day, with reagents undergoing research and development,
and endless dataparisons.
Once her attributes went online, Neera hardly spared a nce at her phone, and she immediately
became missing in action.
Around midnight, she took a brief break and found a moment to look at her phone.
There were messages of sympathy from the triplets and a message of concern from Jean.
Standing by the window, the cool night breeze rustled her.
Neera felt a little tired, but her spirit remained remarkably alert.
She read the messages one by one, and her expression softened.
Considering howte it was, she assumed the triplets were probably asleep, so she replied to Jean’s
message,
Unexpectedly, just a few seconds after sending the message, Jean called.
“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Neera sounded surprised.
Jean didn’t reply to her question but instead asked, “I should be asking you the same thing. When do
you finish work?”
Neera didn’t focus on herself but rather expressed her concern, saying, “Why won’t you listen to me?
Your body needs more rest, and here you are, staying up sote. Don’t you care about your health
anymore?”
Hearing the hint of annoyance in her voice, Jean lightly grinned while running his fingers through his
hair.
“I was already asleep, but I set a notification for your messages. I woke up from a light sleep when it
went off.”
Neera would have preferred to hear a slight huskiness in his voice, and she believed him.
“I’m sorry for waking you up…”
Jean leaned against the headboard, casting a soft, dissatisfied gaze at the warm bedsidemp.
“You’re apologizing to me?”
Neera blinked and smiled, saying, “I just want you to get a good rest.”
In the quiet of the night, her gentle words filled his ears, and Jean could almost picture her with a soft
expression, her heart in turmoil.
“Are you hungry? Are you tired?”
“I’m quite busy right now, and I’m feeling a bit hungry.”
“Do you want to head home and get some rest, or do you n to continue working?”
“It’s not finished yet. There’s a batch of data that hasn’t been analyzed, so I’ll probably be working until
dawn.”
Jean furrowed his brow upon hearing this. “Every day, I tell you to rest properly. How do you manage to
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Neera responded with a smile, “I’m fine. I’ve been used to it for a long time. Isn’t this what research is
all about? The professor urgently needs this set of reagents, so I have to race against the clock.”
Jean understood her dedication to her work and silently supported her, even though he couldn’t help
but feel a twinge of concern.
“You’ve worked hard,” Jean said softly. “I’ll ce an order for youter.”
Neera’s eyes tw inkled as she replied sweetly, “Alright.”
Later, the meal Jean ordered arrived. It was ate-night feast from a private restaurant, featuring all of
Neera’s favorite dishes. What was special about it was that it wasn’t just for Neera, everyone present
got to enjoy it.
Osbert had been hungry for a while, and upon seeing the spread of delicious food, he felt truly blessed.
“This must be ordered by Jean, he’s so thoughtful!” Osbert remarked.
Thora, feeling a twinge of jealousy, pretended to be indifferent and scoffed, “It’s just a small gesture,
what’s the big deal!”
Osbert was irritated by her attitude and gave her an unhappy nce. “You always find fault, what’s
wrong with being nice?”
“What’s wrong with me?” Thora raised her eyes, ready to argue.
Neera decided to intervene, breaking her chopsticks with a cool demeanor. “Can’t we just enjoy the
meal without arguing?”
Thora, losing her temper, huffed and turned away with a disdainful sound.
Neera didn’t pay her any mind and invited everyone to dig in.
After the meal, she returned to work. The following morning, everyone looked tired as they hastily
packed up and went home.
Neera remained at the research institute until the data was finally processed. Luigi stayed behind to
help.
During this time, Jean called twice, but she didn’t pick up.
Jean, who was far away in Imperial Gardens, furrowed his brow.
This woman isn’t at home, and she’s not answering her phone. She’s probably still busy with her work
at the research institute.
Calcting the time, she hadn’t slept for more than twenty-four hours. How much longer could her
body endure this?
After waiting impatiently, Jean couldn’t sit still any longer. He decided to go to the research center
himself to fetch her.