Chapter 1026 I'll Warm Your Bed
"Is this painting on your wall done by a student from some school? If it costs you more than $800, you got ripped off. Plus, the mood is all wrong. You should replace it with something like Levitan's Summer Evening."
The real estate agent thought to himself, 'Is this Summer Evening the one I know that's in some art museum?'
"And the paint on this shoe cabinet should be a shade lighter. Otherwise, when the sunset comes through that west window, it'll make the cabinet look cheap."
The agent thought, 'it's already hard enough to get mahogany, and now she is picky about the shade?'
Jane continued to point out a few more things, and the agent's face turned pale. He felt like time was dragging on.
"Ma'am, your insights are very sharp. Did you study interior design?" The agent tried to save face.
Jane looked puzzled and said, "I just see if it looks good. Do I need to study for that? My eyes aren't just for decoration."
The agent regretted asking Jane that if there was anything that needed improvement.
The agent left with a look of desperation.
With Anthony here, Clint didn't dare joke around with Jane too much. After all, that $7,600 card was still a sore point, and Clint worried Anthony might dock his quarterly bonus.
"Mr. Clark, Ms. Watkins, I'll head back to Southvale now. If you have any questions, feel free to contact me."
"Bye!"
Jane wasn't very satisfied with the mansion, but it was passable. After all, she wasn't the beloved Ms. Watkins she used to be. She hadn't been living a very refined life these past few years.
"Jane, put on your shoes."
Anthony wheeled himself into the mansion, his gaze falling on Jane's bare toes. Each one was pink, smooth, beautiful and cute.
Everything about Jane was exquisite, especially her feet. Once, a studio didn't know Jane's identity and saw her wearing sandals on the street. They were so amazed that they wanted her to be a foot model.
Today, Jane was wearing drapey pants. When she stood barefoot on the floor, the hem of her pants just touched the floor, covering half of her feet.
Jane wiggled her toes instinctively, indifferently saying, "It's not even cold."
"Jane!" Anthony stared at Jane, his eyes and tone exerting a kind of pressure, forcing her to comply.
Jane was all too familiar with this Anthony.
When Anthony was undercover in the Watkins family, he loved to speak to her in this tone, telling her not to skip class, to fight less, not to date early, and not to flirt with him all the time.
"What?" Jane pretended not to understand Anthony's meaning, tilting her head to ask him.
"Put on your shoes."
Jane lifted her chin and laughed, "Mr. Clark, don't you know that young, pretty girls don't wear shoes at home? Nowadays, beauties go bare-legged even in winter. You want me to listen to you? I'm not that naive girl who only liked you and listened to you anymore. I'm going upstairs to check out the rooms. Suit yourself."
In this mansion, the wheelchair could move freely. And there was an elevator to go upstairs, so no one needed to be by Anthony's side all the time.
Anthony's face was dark and somber, his heart aching.
"You want me to listen to you?"
"I'm not that naive girl who only liked you and listened to you anymore."
'Does she not like me as much as she used to?
'Or does she not like me at all ?' Anthony thought.
Anthony couldn't read Jane's heart anymore. She used to be unreserved in front of him, whether she was happy, shy, sad, or angry.
It turned out that Jane wasn't incapable of hiding her emotions. She just used to love him so much that she showed herself completely to him.
Now, Jane could wear a sophisticated mask and put on the best disguise.
"The first room on the left, I'll take it. You can choose any of the others," Jane said from the second floor, looking down at Anthony.
There were five rooms in this mansion , plus a study, a lounge, a screening room, a tea room, a reception room, an entertainment room, and a wine cellar.
Jane chose a room with good natural lighting, not the biggest or best in the mansion, giving Anthony plenty of options.
Anthony wheeled himself upstairs, looked around the bedrooms, and finally stopped at one door. "I want this one."
"That's the one I just chose," Jane reminded Anthony.
Anthony looked up at Jane and sincerely invited, "I don't mind if you stay with me."
Jane was stunned by Anthony's words and couldn't help but ask, "Anthony, have you gone further studies somewhere?"
Anthony raised an eyebrow.
Jane said, "Otherwise, how did you suddenly become so shameless?"
"When it comes to getting a woman, who needs shame?" Anthony had his own theory. "When we're being honest in bed, isn't that the most shameless?"
Jane was amazed. "You're really something! I'm not talking to you anymore! This room is yours and I'll pick another!"
Jane chose another room diagonally opposite. Although it didn't get as much sunlight, the view was beautiful.
"Jane!"
Jane turned back to look at Anthony, looking annoyed.
"Stay with me," Anthony said.
Jane laughed in exasperation. "Mr. Clark, offering one's body to repay a life-saving debt is a plot from centuries ago. I, Jane Watkins, don't play that game. You're neither a man nor my boyfriend, so I have no obligation to warm your bed."
"I'll warm your bed."
"What?"
Jane doubted her own ears.
"Jane, I don't have a fiancée now. I want you to be my fiancée." Anthony seemed to anticipate that Jane would leave and grabbed her wrist.
This grip made him frown.
She had gotten thinner.
She was thinner than when she first came to the Clark family.
"Mr. Clark, you have some nerve." Jane looked at her wrist. Considering Anthony's injuries, she didn't struggle.
Jane leaned lazily against the door frame and said, "Anthony, you're not even my boyfriend. Why should you be my fiancé? Even if it were a family arranged marriage, you wouldn't meet my brother's standards. You have no grounds to negotiate with me."
Jane was stating facts.
Jovan had never been satisfied with Anthony. At first, he thought Anthony's status, wealth, and power weren't enough to support Jane's lifestyle. Later, he thought Anthony was too stubborn and feared he would hurt Jane.
Anthony had hurt Jane's heart, regardless of the reasons.
And Jovan would remember that.
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