At the mention of her mother, fury burned through Jane, flushing her face. Her knuckles turned white, trembling with rage and for one second, murder flashed in her eyes.She had left the Harrisons’ household; she didn’t have to tread on eggshells around them anymore. No… she could retaliate freely.“Marcy, you regularly steal Stacy’s jewelry and when she can’t find them, you allow me to be maligned and beaten. For my own good, you say? Who’s the shameless one here?”Marcy’s sneer slipped, giving away to embarrassment before taking on a caustic, bitter edge.“What proof do you have? You liar — you were clearly the one brazen enough to steal and now you’re blaming me? The Harrisons were too kind to you. They should have beaten you to death a long time ago!”Before Jane could retort, the man in the wheelchair grabbed her hand.“This woman used to beat you?”Briefly stunned, Jane’s eyes drifted to Marcy whose face was written over with unabashed mockery. She nodded. It was true — Marcy wou
“With how respectfully he treated that woman, she must be from no ordinary background, whatever it is”Understanding dawned on several of the staff. Someone must have wanted to keep that woman happy, to force them to put in such a performance.Back at the mansion, Jane looked at the sight of the overflowing wardrobe and felt her heart swell with something inexplicable. She ran downstairs, her footsteps sounding a joyful tempo.She was going to cook dinner for her husband, to repay her husband’s efforts in taking her out shopping.“Jane, do you need any help?”She was about to say no when she recalled that he was I’ll; it must be lonely to have to sit in his wheelchair all day. It wouldn’t hurt to let him her out in small ways, to be mindful of his feelings and prevent him from feeling inferior.“You can help me peel the onions”, she said lifting her brows at him.Ethan couldn’t help his mouth curling upwards at her tone, it was one she might use to speak soothingly to a child.“Alright
He still hadn’t woken so she said softly, “Wake up dear. Let’s go for a walk and get some exercise”. His legs might be injured but he could still work his arms, and it would strengthen his heart too. Ethan frowned faintly, only half awake and hugged her even more tighter, drifting back into the muzzy cocoon of sleep. Feeling his warm breath, Jane blushed even deeper. A stranger feeling was stirring in her core, like an itch yearning to be scratched, sending fire pooling through her body. Her breath hitched and she squirmed. “Dear, if you don’t get up, I will”. She might just combust if he didn’t move soon! Her squirming must have woken him because he slowly opened his eyes. “Good morning, Jane”. Her face was bright red. She looked away from him shyly, unable to meet his gaze. “Good… good morning” “While I was half asleep, I heard you say you wanted to go out for some exercise?” She nodded in a fluster “Yes, I wanted to bring you for a walk. It’s good to get some fresh air”.
Professor Sam had his reading glasses on and was studying the contents of a book. He didn’t raise his head. “Can’t you see for yourself? Come in, girl, don’t just stand there like a fool”. Jane had hoped to be able to learn from him today but she didn’t dare to voice it out. Instead, she scurried to clean up the office. Professor Sam was strict and harsh with his students; he didn’t suffer fools, especially those who thought to waste his time. She had been his assistant for more than six months, and I’m that time, he had made one thing perfectly clear to her: Keep your mouth shut and make yourself useful. “How is your English, girl?” Professor Sam asked suddenly, placing down his book. Jane practically shot to her feet, “Passable”. Professor Sam wasn’t a man to tolerate ambiguous replies like that, so he tossed two documents at her. “Are you up to it? If so, translate them for me within the next two weeks”. Jane scanned the documents, “Don’t worry, Professor, I’ll do my best to
Selene looked him up and down — his casual style of dressing, his gentle demeanor, his soft pleasant voice — while thinking of how he rarely ever spoke to her. Her heart gave a small flutter. “It’s nothing”, she said demurely, “We were just having some fun with Jane”. Jealousy surged through Yashi at the sight of Darren Leister standing next to Jane. Her face twisted in savage fury. The nerve of that wh*re, to try and steal the man she liked. “Stop doing this injustice to yourself, Selene”, then she turned to the two men, “We were confronting Jane about her scheming intentions”. “She knocked into Selene first without apologizing. She’s an ill mannered bas*ard child with no parents and she has been living off the Harrisons for years, but is bullying Selene behind their backs!” Brock Davenport and Yashi’s mothers have been bosom friends for a long time. Naturally, this made them siblings of some sort. Brock and Darren’s foreheads creased in exasperation at Yashi’s antics.
She made them both sound like dogs. “Watch yourself, Jane “, Selene gritted out, scowling. “You agreed to it before we watched the security footage” “That was between you and Yashi. It has nothing to do with me”. “What happened to being good friends with Yashi?” Jane taunted coldly. “She was trying to have your back, and now you’re calling her a trouble maker, is that it?” “What are you talking about? I never said that!” Hatred swelled in Selene’s heart, she hadn’t anticipated that Jane would go so far as to drive a rift between her and Yashi. No matter what, she couldn’t let her come between them both now. “Fine, I promise”. “Heard that?” Jane asked Yashi, “And you two had better remember it”. “You…” Yashi was furious enough to seize the little bi*ch by the throat and throttle her to death. “Remember your manners, Yashi”, Brock cut her off. “Is this how auntie raised you?” “Brother…” Yashi’s hands balled into fists, boiling with murderous hatred. “Brother…” Darren mimi
As they were walking to the school gate, Jane and Brock had been looking over the documents that Professor Sam had asked her to translate, to see if he could help her.She had been too fixated on a few parts she couldn’t decipher, forgetting her bearings and nearly tripping but Brock had reached out and steadied her.Brock could almost feel his palms tingling with her scent. Keeping his face neutral, he asked, “Are you alright?”“I am”, Jane kept the documents away, “When I’m done, can you help me look over them? My translation might not be the most accurate for technical terms”.“Of course”, Brock nodded. That gentle, polished smile of his was like a breeze in springtime. Jane had heard Ivy rave constantly about how handsome he was, but now she saw for the first time how attractive her mild mannered senior really was.“This way, Young Mistress”Bruce had been watching them chat happily with a mounting sense of dread, Jane looked up at him with bright, starry eyes. He could feel a cold
Breathless and weak in the knees, Jane could only bat uselessly at his firm chest. Just as she was beginning to feel smothered by the kiss, he broke away and released her.He exhaled a warm breath, belying the ice in his voice, “Remember Jane, I am your husband, you’re not allowed to kiss anyone but me and only I am allowed to kiss you!”Gasping, Jane took a moment to calm her nerves and regain her senses. His warning left her stunned.“What’s the matter with you, dear?”She didn’t understand how her husband, who had always been gentle and considerate towards her, had suddenly transformed into someone completely different.Bruce watched them, the Young Master was finally going to let his mask fall away and reveal his true colors; the icy, brooding paranoia simmering beneath the surface. If Jane couldn’t bear it and the two of them clashed, it would only lead to disaster — screaming ruinous disaster.Ethan forced down his emotions, like the sheathing of a cold, sharp blade. “I missed y