The Enigmatic Return By Juliana. Spicy - Season 4 Episode 7

Upon exiting the emergency room, Neera’s complexion was notably pallid, mirroring her somber mood.

Sensing Neera’s turmoil, Isabella was quick to console her, fearing that the shameless antics of the Garcia family. might infuriate her further. “Neera, don’t let it get to you. Roxanne did this to herself, you shouldn’t blame yourself.”

Neera appreciated Isabella’s empathetic gesture, she smiled as she nodded. “Yeah, alright.”

Recognizing Neera’s subdued demeanor, Isabella deftly changed the topic. “Let’s not dwell on them… how’s your injury? Standing for such a prolonged period must have been painful.”

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“It’s not a big deal,” Neera attempted to dismiss it, shaking her head. “I’m just a little tired. I really should head back.”

Isabella nodded in agreement, assuring, “Please rest. I’ve taken care of everything here, so leave the rest to me.”

Soon, Isabella arranged for a driver to take Neera back home.

Once at home, Neera called Katy.

“Katy, are you free tonight? Could you pick up the triplets and take them out for dinner?”

Katy readily agreed, her tone laced with concern, “Of course, no problem. But what about you? Aren’t you joining us for dinner? Your voice sounds a bit strained. Is everything okay?” Neera managed a faint smile, “It’s nothing serious, I was done with surgery. I’m quite exhausted, so I’d like to rest for a while. I’m afraid if I fall asleep, I won’t wake up in time to pick them up.” Katy was well aware of Neera’s routine after performing surgery. She tended to sleep for an extended period

without disturbance.

As evening fell, Katy fulfilled her promise and arrived to pick up the triplets.

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The triplets greeted her with gleeful enthusiasm, quickly hopping into the car and obediently following her

lead.

Observing the scene where the triplets obediently followed Katy, the bodyguard assigned to protect them swiftly reported the situation to Jean.

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Jean, engrossed in his work at the company, furrowed his brows upon hearing the report, his mind filled with. uncertainty.

“The triplets are smart. They followed and trusted the woman. She doesn’t appear to be suspicious. Please watch over them in secret and don’t disturb them.” The bodyguard acknowledged Jean’s instructions promptly before ending the call.

Afterward, Jean was confused about what Neera was planning.

What is she up to?

How could she let someone else pick up the kids?

Upon returning to the Imperial Residence at 7 p.m., Jean noticed that the neighboring house’s lights were dim and frowned.

He called Neera.

Neera, who was drowsy from waking up, took a moment to register the ringing before clumsily reaching for her phone in the darkness. “Where are you?” Jean asked with a deep voice.

Neera took a few seconds to realize Jean was on the line.

Her thoughts were sluggish and responded wearily. “I’m at home.”

Noticing the drowsiness in the voice, Jean grew even more puzzled. “But you didn’t turn on the lights…”

Neera replied truthfully as her mind was functioning at a slower pace. “I’m resting. I was out the whole day and I got a little tired.”

She shifted a position as she spoke. All of a sudden, a sharp pang shot through her lower back, causing her to draw in a deep breath.

Hearing her muffled snort, Jean noticed something wrong and asked immediately, “What’s wrong?”

Neera slowed down a bit, and only after the severe pain subsided did she reply feebly, “It’s nothing, I hurt my wound by accident.” Jean’s eyes darkened slightly, “Are you hurt?”

Neera was still sleepy and confused, he did not think about what he said and responded in a muffled voice.

“Well, there was an accident and I accidentally hurt…”

Jean did not ask in detail, and said in a straightforward tone, “Open the door.”

After speaking, he hung up and went straight to the next door.

Neera was stunned for a while listening to the sound of disconnection, then got up in a daze, went downstairs with his waist supported, and opened the door for Jean. The man walked in quickly, his eyes fixed on her, and sized her up carefully.

He got straight to the point and asked, “Where did you get hurt? Let me see!”

Neera was sleepy, obviously tired, utterly different from his usual energetic appearance.

Her long black hair was hanging down and she was wearing pajamas, looking a little dainty.

Hearing Jean’s question, her brain twitched, and without hesitation, she lifted her pajamas, revealing a small section of her slender waist.

“Over here…”