Book TRK
Chapter 466
Chapter 466
Chapter 466 Caught in the Act
The temperature inside the room was comfortable with the air conditioning. Janet gradually relaxed, an
d her massaging movements became gentle and soft.
Nathaniel felt the movements on his head slowing down, and his breathing followed suit, becoming mor
e relaxed.
Before long, Janet’s head drooped to the side.
Nathaniel quietly sat up, turned his head, and saw that Janet was already asleep.
Nathaniel leaned over and looked at Janet’s sweet sleeping face, feeling a surge of tenderness in his h
eart.
She was wearing his clothes and had fallen asleep on his
couch while giving him a massage. Nathaniel found this feeling very enjoyable.
It was as if she had always been the mistress of this house and had never left.
Nathaniel lifted the blanket and stood up. He gently placed his arm around Janet’s waist and supported
her leg bend with his other hand, lifting her up horizontally.
Janet, not in a deep sleep, felt her body lifted into the air and furrowed her brows in her sleep.
In Nathaniel’s embrace, Janet nuzzled her cheek against his chest, rubbing against him like a
lazy cat, trying to find a comfortable position.
Nathaniel lowered his head, and the scent of sweet orange shampoo
lingering in Janet’s cascading hair mixed with the faint mint fragrance from his shirt. The two scents inte
rtwined, carrying a hint of ambiguous warmth that tickled his nostrils.
Under the warm yellow light, Nathaniel’s eyes were misty, and unknown emotions were boiling inside hi
m.
Chapter 466 Caught in the Act
The temperature inside the room was comfortable with
the air conditioning. Janet gradually relaxed, and her massaging movements became gentle and soft.
Nathaniel felt the movements on his head
slowing down, and his breathing followed suit, becoming more relaxed.
Before long, Janet’s head drooped to the side.
Nathaniel quietly sat up, turned his head, and saw that Janet was already asleep.
Nathaniel
leaned over and looked at Janet’s sweet sleeping face, feeling a surge of tenderness in his heart.
She was wearing his clothes and had fallen asleep on his couch while giving him a massage. Nathaniel
found this feeling very enjoyable.
It was as if she had always been the mistress of this house and had never left.
Nathaniel lifted the blanket and stood up. He gently placed his arm around Janet’s waist and supported
her leg bend with his other hand, lifting her up horizontally.
Janet, not in a deep sleep, felt her body lifted into the air and furrowed her brows in her sleep.
In Nathaniel’s embrace, Janet nuzzled her cheek against his chest, rubbing against him like a lazy cat,
trying to find a comfortable position.
Nathaniel lowered his head, and the scent of sweet orange shampoo lingering in Janet’s cascading hair
mixed with the faint mint fragrance from his shirt. The two scents intertwined, carrying a hint of ambiguo
us warmth that tickled his nostrils.
Under the warm yellow light, Nathaniel’s eyes were misty, and unknown emotions were boiling inside hi
m.
A shimmering pool of affection gathered in his eyes, and his Adam’s apple rolled silently.
But in the end, his lips stopped just a hair’s breadth away from Janet’s cheek, restraining his dishevele NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.
d breath within the confines of reason.
It wasn’t the right time yet. Nathaniel couldn’t let Janet become more resistant to him.
Cats had to be petted gently and stroked with the grain.
Nathaniel cleared the obscure thoughts, holding back his emotions, and carried Janet upstairs.
In the early morning, a ray of sunlight pierced through the thin mist and streamed onto Janet’s beautiful
face through the clean window.
Her waterfall–
like hair cascaded down, with a few mischievous strands climbing onto her cheeks. It couldn’t
conceal her exquisite and ethereal features; instead, it added a
touch of seductive laziness.
The crisp and melodious sound of birds chirping outside the window filled the air. Janet’s long lashes fl
uttered slightly, and after a moment, she slowly opened her eyes.
With a glimmer in her eyes, mixed with a sense of confusion and enchantment, her wandered, captivati
ng the hearts of those who beheld it.
But Janet’s hazy drowsiness didn’t last long.
Suddenly, her eyes widened.
Why was there a man’s hand on her waist?
gaze
She abruptly woke up, and the surroundings rushed into her vision. Everything was all too familiar.
It was Nathaniel’s home where she had lived for three
years.
Janet quickly glanced at her clothes, letting out a sigh of relief.
Thank goodness, she was still wearing his shirt properly.
Janet closed her eyes in frustration, realizing that she had fallen asleep while taking care of Nathaniel.
How could she have dozed off first?
She lightly thumped her head, blaming herself for being so exhausted from taking care
of Nathaniel.
Exactly!
She hadn’t taken care of someone in a long time, so suddenly doing all these things
wore her out in an instant!
Janet felt Nathaniel’s arm lying across her neck, while his other hand securely wrapped
around her slender waist.
Their bodies were so close, and Janet could feel the sturdy
and warm chest behind her, Nathaniel’s even and slow breath on the back of her neck made her tense
up.
Nathaniel, this audacious man, dared to bring her to his bed while she was asleep? And he even hugge
d her while sleeping?
She mentally cursed Nathaniel with all sorts of words.
With such proximity between them, sharing
the same blanket, their intertwined breaths carried an ambiguous air.
Janet found the whole situation utterly absurd. If the Webster family’s servants came back and saw the
m, she wouldn’t be able to explain.
Janet delicately used her thumb and index finger to lift Nathaniel’s arm and skillfully escaped from his e
mbrace.
Janet turned around and saw Nathaniel searching within the covers, his brows
furrowing lightly.
Quick on her feet, Janet grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into his arms.
Nathaniel’s palm rubbed the pillow, his tightly furrowed brow relaxed, and he fell back
into a deep sleep.
Janet gritted her teeth. Nathaniel’s action reminded her of when he held her last night.
Did Nathaniel touch her like this back then?
Did he move his hands up and down on her body like that last night?
Janet’s fist stopped inches away from Nathaniel’s nose, danger gleaming in her narrowed eyes.
Janet thought, “I’ll spare you this time because you’re unwell.”
Janet stealthily left the room, closing the door silently.
The Webster mansion was quiet both upstairs and downstairs. Janet glanced at the clock; it was only half–past five in the morning.
It seemed that it was still before working hours, and the servants hadn’t returned yet.
Janet breathed a sigh of relief and headed downstairs.
On the couch, the blanket that Nathaniel had used was neatly folded on the side, but her bag was now
here to be seen.
Janet anxiously searched around. She distinctly remembered leaving it here last night, so how
could it be missing? Nathaniel couldn’t be so childish as to hide her bag, could he?
As Janet searched left and right, a hand suddenly reached out in front of her.
“Are you looking for this?”
The hand held her bag, the one she had been searching for.
Janet’s pupils contracted sharply, every hair on her body stood on end, and she swiftly
turned around.
Standing behind her was a spirited old man, with silver hair and a face adorned with a cheerful smile.
A thunderous boom echoed in Janet’s mind.
“Mr. Webster…”
Nicolas smiled, his face full of lively wrinkles, his rosy complexion looking rejuvenated. “My dear Jill, it’s
been so long.”
Janet’s arm stiffened as she took the bag, her heart sinking like a stone, shattered into
pieces.
She might as well have been caught by the servants!
Nicolas affectionately pulled Janet to sit on the couch. “Why did you get up so early? Don’t you want to
sleep a little longer?”
As he spoke, his gaze flickered ambiguously upstairs.
Janet quickly shook her head, blurting out a lie.
“No, Mr. Webster, I just came to get a document. I’m leaving now!”
Nicolas grabbed Janet, who was trying to escape, and winked at her.
“Silly girl, I’ve been here for a while. I saw it all. You came out of his room.
“I saw a pair of lady’s high heels at the entrance, and it really ticked me off!”
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Nicolas huffed and glared, excitedly patting his thigh.
“I told them all to keep quiet. Today, we’ll catch that troublemaker in the act.
“I never expected it to be you. Seeing it was you, I felt relieved. Otherwise, I would have thought that bo
y had no fear, daring to bring another woman home!”
With that, Nicolas hurriedly began explaining on Nathaniel’s behalf.