Chapter 465
Chapter 465 You’re Wearing My Shirt
With J’s help, Nathanielfortably settled on the couch. He wanted to say something to improve
their rtionship, but he saw J standing up.
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“Where are you going?”
Nathaniel tightly held her wrist, looking at her with an using gaze.
J pulled his hand away, wearing a speechless expression on her face.
“I’m going to get you something to eat.
J walked into the kitchen.
She opened the refrigerator, searching for ingredients, while behind her came Nathaniel’s weak yet tea
sing voice.
“I feel like having pork stew.”
J’s hand, which was supporting the refrigerator door, paused.
Pork stew was one of the dishes she had specially learned to cook for Nathaniel’s taste.
She tightened her grip on the knife.
Did this man even know how long it took to make pork stew?
It was already generous of her not to poison Nathaniel out of revenge! And yet, he dared to order food?
Nathaniel leaned on his side, gazing at J’s busy figure in the kitchen, feeling unexpectedly tender i
nside.
This scene was something he had once possessed but had never cherished. It was now something he
yearned for.
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Suddenly, he had an illusion that he was a husband who had just returned homete from socializing, a
nd J was the wife waiting at home, preparing ate–night snack
for him.
The huge clock in the living room swung slowly and rhythmically, as if this dark night had no end and w
ould go on forever.
Lost in his wonderful fantasy, Nathaniel couldn’t free himself. In the meantime, J approached with a
bowl and a te in her hands.
She ced the items on the coffee table. “Come and eat.”
Nathaniel sat up eagerly, but when he leaned over, his smile instantly faded.
There was a serving of egg custard and a te of lettuce leaves.
Nathaniel looked at J, and the stark contrast between his expectations and reality made him resem
ble a dog that didn’t receive high–quality dog food.
“Is this all there is?”
J crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. “What else do you expect?”
He ordered pork stew, but she didn’t agree to cook them!
Nathaniel picked up his fork and flicked the lettuce a couple of times, but there was no
trace of meat.
J pushed the bowl toward him. “If you don’t want me to call an ambnce for you, just eat this.”
If Nathaniel wanted to eat greasy food despite his stomachache, even if he wanted to
kill himself, J didn’t want to bear the usation of attempted murder.
Nathaniel held the fork over the te of lettuce, hesitating
for a moment, but eventually he put it down and picked up the custard instead.
After taking his medicine, there was no taste in his mouth, but at least the custard was a
savory dish.
He scooped up a small spoonful and tasted it, a glimmer of light appearing in Nathaniel’s eyes.
The surface of the egg custard had a golden brown caramelizedyer, concealing the tender and fragra
nt interior.
The delicate aroma of the eggs quickly spread in Nathaniel’s mouth, not giving him a chance to savor it
slowly. It melted in his mouth, smooth and delicious.
Nathaniel’s appetite instantly surged, and in no time, he finished the egg custard
Setting the spoon aside, Nathaniel met J’s gaze.
He swallowed. “I’m full now. I don’t really have an appetite for this lettuce…”
J, uninterested in arguing with him, handed him a tissue to wipe off the greasy stains from his lips
and motioned for him to lie down again.
“Come on, go to sleep so that I can go home,” J urged.
To her surprise, Nathaniel didn’t close his eyes but instead stared at her brazenly.
“Go change your clothes,” Nathaniel pointed at J’s chest.
Following his finger, J btedly noticed the half–dried water stains on her shirt.
J had been too preupied with dealing with Nathaniel earlier that she had almost forgotten about
the cold, damp feeling on her chest. It was only when Nathaniel pointed it out
that J realized wearing the wet clothes was ufortable.
“My clothes are upstairs. The ones on the far left are unworn, so you can pick one to change into.”
J hesitated. Even if the clothes were unworn, she didn’t want to change into them.
They were already divorced, and here they were, a man and a woman alone together in the middle of t
he night, with J still wearing his clothes. It felt strange no matter
how she looked at it.
Nathaniel seemed to sense J’s concerns. He shifted the pillow behind his head and closed his eye
s.
“Do as you please, but be careful not to dirty my couch. Dry cleaning is expensive,” he
remarked.
J waved her fist. Nathaniel was unable to change his “princely” behavior.
After some hesitation, J noticed that Nathaniel’s breathing had be even, indicating that he ha
d fallen asleep. She tugged at her wet shirt, feeling the fabric cling ufortably to her chest.
Gritting her teeth, she stood up quietly and made her way upstairs.
Once her footsteps disappeared at the top of the staircase, Nathaniel opened his eyes and smiled, his
gaze fixed on the second floor.
J found a clean towel and wiped off the water stains on her chest. Standing in front of Nathaniel’s c
loset, she grabbed a shirt from the pile on the far left. It was a white shirt with diagonal stripes.
J put on the shirt, and although it was a bit looser than her oversized shirts, her slender figure allo
wed her to pull off a petite boyfriend look.
J wrinkled her nose as she caught a familiar scent of mint surrounding her.
J rolled up her sleeves. Wasn’t Nathaniel supposed to have unworn clothes on the left side? Why
was his scent still so strong?
Could it be because they were stored in the same closet?
J hesitated. Even if the clothes were unworn, she didn’t want to change into them.
They were already divorced, and here they were, a man and a woman alone together in the middle of t
he night, with J still wearing his clothes. It felt strange no matter how she looked at it.
Nathaniel seemed to sense J’s concerns. He shifted the pillow behind his head and closed his eye
s.
“Do as you please, but be careful not to dirty my couch. Dry cleaning is expensive,” he remarked.
J waved her fist. Nathaniel was unable to change his “princely” behavior.
After some hesitation, J noticed that Nathaniel’s breathing had be even, indicating that
he had fallen asleep. She tugged at her wet shirt, feeling the fabric cling ufortably to her chest.
Gritting her teeth, she stood up quietly and made her way upstairs.
Once her footsteps
disappeared at the top of the staircase, Nathaniel opened his eyes and smiled, his gaze fixed on the se
cond floor.
J found a clean towel and wiped off the water stains on her chest. Standing in front of Nathaniel’s c
loset, she grabbed a shirt from the pile on the far left. It was a white shirt with diagonal stripes.
J put on the shirt, and although it was a bit looser than her oversized shirts, her slender figure allo
wed her to pull off a petite boyfriend look.
J wrinkled her nose as she caught a familiar scent of mint surrounding her.
J rolled up her sleeves. Wasn’t Nathaniel supposed to have unworn clothes on the left side? Why
was his scent still so strong?
Could it be because they were stored in the same closet?
J absentmindedly bunched up the dirty clothes she had taken off, unintentionally stirring them with
her fingers, revealing faint pink on her knuckles.
The overwhelming fragrance on her body made it hard for J to ignore, and even her breathing beca
me lighter.
When J returned downstairs, Nathaniel, who had seemingly fallen asleep, was now lying on his ba
ck, gazing at the ceiling.
Upon hearing J’s footsteps, his gaze shifted towards her.
J paused for a moment, concealing her inner difort and walked over with a calm expression.
J sat down on the single couch next to Nathaniel, his gaze following her all the
while.
Suddenly, he chuckled. “That shirt you’re wearing…”
“What about it?”
J replied confidently, “You offered it to me yourself. Don’t tell me you want to take
it back now?”
“Not at all,” Nathaniel half propped himself up, his eyes filled with interest.
“I just noticed a serious problem.”
Nathaniel pretended to be regretful, which made J feel uneasy, like a cat on hot
bricks.
“What problem?” she asked.
Nathaniel covered his mouth and lightly coughed, with a yful gleam in his eyes. “I realized I rememb
ered the clothes‘ position incorrectly. The new clothes are actually on the far right.”
J’s expression gradually stiffened, “So what I’m wearing…”
“Has been worn by me.
Nathaniel’s mouth moved yfully, his eyes exuding a flirtatious charm.
“Nathaniel!” J clenched her teeth, tempted to drag Nathaniel down and give him a good beating. “Y
ou did it on purpose!”
Nathaniel shrugged, his smile barely concealing his amusement. “I’m sick. Can’t I be forgiven for being
a bit confused?”
J’s face grew incredibly dark, and she desperately wanted to rip off his shirt right then and there.
But her own clothes were already crumpled and soaked, and she couldn’t bear to put them back on.
J was furious, but Nathaniel was a patient. Taking advantage of the weak was not her style.
J turned her face away, pretending to admire the painting on the wall, deliberately avoiding his gaz
e.
“J, why won’t you look at me?”
Nathaniel persisted, his tone harmless, but a triumphant smile lingering on his face.
Her attempt to remainposed while blushing ever so slightly made her look incredibly adorable.
J closed her eyes, practicing the art of focusing on her breath, ignoring Nathaniel’s presence.
“J…” Nathaniel called out, relentless.
“Jill, I can’t sleep. Can you tell me a story?
Chapter 465 You’re Wearing My Shirt
“Or maybe you could sing a song?”
J didn’t know what to say.
J thought that if she ignored Nathaniel, he would eventually find it boring and fall
asleep.
But she underestimated Nathaniel’s determination and resilience. A sick person with a
stomachache and fever shouldn’t be able to talk for so long without getting tired, right?
“Lie down.”
J walked to Nathaniel’s head.
“What are you doing?” Nathaniel raised an eyebrow.
“Close your eyes,” J firmly instructed, pressing her hand against his forehead
without hesitation.
Nathanielplied and closed his eyes. As soon as he did, a pair of gentle and delicate
hands touched his temples.
The cool fingertips massaged his temples with just the right amount of pressure, relieving his soreness
without causing too much pain.
J was actually massaging him, all in an effort to help him fall asleep?
Nathaniely quietly, his heart filled with warmth. It turned out that J still cared
about him.
Worried about his headache, J even gave him a massage. Did this mean their
rtionship was progressing further?
Nathaniel’s heart raced, and he felt an intense surge of energy, wanting nothing more
than to embrace J right now.
But Nathaniel knew he couldn’t. It might startle J.
J continued to massage Nathaniel’s forehead, her patience wearing thin.
She had learned this technique for a long time, iming it had been passed down for centuries. Why w
asn’t Nathaniel falling asleep?
If Nathaniel couldn’t sleep, he would surely continue to ramble, and J would be tempted to knock hi
m out with a stick.
Being too violent wasn’t a good idea and could lead to misunderstandings.
Bending over was too painful, and squatting made her legs ache. J decided to bring a small stool a
nd sat by Nathaniel’s side.