The Enigmatic Return By Juliana. Spicy - Season 4 Episode 36

Neera smiled and responded, “Initially, I didn’t feel too bad. Just a bit bothered, but it’s getting better.”

After all, today’s events had been quite distressing, maintaining complete calm was a tall order for anyone.

But with Jean’s comfort and a little wine, her tension had considerably eased.

After speaking, she started to rise from her seat.

However, as she got to her feet, her vision blurred momentarily, causing her to sway.

Reacting swiftly, she balanced herself by gripping the table.

Jean’s gaze sharpened, and he stood up, inquiring, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah…”

Neera rubbed her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. “I’m fine!”

However, her attempt to dismiss her intoxication was in vain. The effects of the alcohol were becoming more apparent. As she looked at Jean, his figure seemed to blur and double in her vision.

Upon seeing her like this, Jean was a little speechless.

Concern for her well–being likely prevented him from letting her leave alone. Then, he stretched out his hand toward her.

“Give me your hand. I’ll help you back.”

Uttering a soft “huh,” Neera blinked in mild confusion, gazing blankly at him before her eyes dropped to her

outstretched hand.

Jean’s hand was elegantly shaped, making her unable to resist not holding it.

Without hesitation, Neera placed her hand in his palm.

The instant their skin made contact, his grip subtly tightened, encircling her fingers within his own, and he began to lead her to the next door.

His hands were warm, exuding an inexplicable sense of comfort.

Neera proceeded step by step, her gaze fixated on their interlocked hands and she did not know what she was thinking.

Upon entering her house, she realized she should thank him. In a soft murmur, she said, “Thank you.”

Jean remained silent, still holding her hand, and guided her upstairs into the bedroom.

Within the room lingered a delicate fragrance unique to Neera, a scent that held a pleasant allure.

Everything was neatly arranged, reflecting her orderly and neat disposition.

Looking around the room, Jean led her to the bed, telling her in a low voice, “We’re here.”

Finally, he let go of her hand.

Finally, he let go of her hand.

As she let go of her hand from his grip, he found himself rubbing his palm unconsciously.

Neera, her head feeling a bit muddled, responded vaguely before attempting to take a seat by the bed.

Unfortunately, her balance faltered when she tripped on the edge of the carpet, causing her to stumble. forward.

Instinctively, Jean reached out to grab her, yet his actions only made it worse, leading her to tumble onto the

bed.

In the next second, Jean’s body nearly collapsed atop hers.

Neera found herself with the man’s face only inches from her own.

Their bodies were practically pressed together, the subtle contact felt by both parties.

Suddenly, the atmosphere seemed to freeze, enveloped in an oddly charged silence.

Neera, pressed by his weight, remained somewhat stunned, her reaction was delayed at the moment.

However, Jean was aware of the intimate position they found themselves in.

Plus, Neera was drunk as her breathing deepened, marked by a faint wine aroma that held an intoxicating and enticing allure.

This only made the atmosphere more intimate.

Jean’s body tensed, inadvertently exerting more force as he held her hand. While he had not been drinking, his breathing had begun to grow heavier.

He felt that something was about to get out of control!

Neera, partially clearing her mind, started to become more conscious of their situation.

Gradually, she noticed a certain intensity in his gaze, and within her head, it felt like fireworks exploded. She then sobered up immediately.

Summoning an unknown strength, she pushed Jean away.

Reacting swiftly, Jean shifted back and took a deep breath to quell his pulsating desires, then stood up…