Chapter 1091 Anthony, You Bastard!
He used to start reminding Jane to go to bed at nine o'clock when they were at Emerald Gardens. But she usually wouldn't lie down until nine-thirty, play on her phone for a while, and then fall asleep by ten-thirty.
Jane blinked. She had guessed that Anthony might not come back tonight, but when she actually heard the news, her heart still felt a slight tug.
Jane hung up the phone and stared at the ceiling absentmindedly, wide awake. Her mind was filled with images of Anthony when he left today and his words from earlier.
She stayed in a daze for over an hour. By ten o'clock, Jane was still wide awake, but the thought that staying up late might make her baby a night owl with dark circles under its eyes scared her.
That was too terrifying!
No way, it would affect her future child's looks and their chances of finding a partner!
Jane turned off the bedside lamp, and the large room plunged into darkness.
Outside the window, the leaves rustled in the night breeze.
A minute later, Jane turned the light back on.
She couldn't sleep, too scared to sleep.
She was actually a bit sleepy, but the room had fallen into darkness, and her old fear of the dark resurfaced.
"What the heck!" Jane muttered to herself. Hadn't she already gotten over this? She was fine yesterday and the day before.
She couldn't sleep with the light off, and she couldn't sleep well with the light on.
"Anthony, you jerk! It's all your fault! I'll give you a son with dark circles under his eyes!"
If the child really had dark circles, she wouldn't want the child to be a daughter.
Little girls should be pretty.
"Jerk Anthony!"
"Bad Anthony!"
"I'll give you a son who can't find a wife, and you'll be worried sick!"
As dawn approached, a Rolls-Royce stopped outside the Emerald Gardens villa.
The night-shift servant shivered and then saw a tall, imposing figure step out of the back seat of the Rolls-Royce.
"Mr. Clark, why are you back at this hour?" the bodyguard asked.
"Where's Jane?" Anthony asked, then chuckled self-deprecatingly. Of course, she would be sleeping at this hour.
The bodyguards exchanged glances, understanding Anthony's meaning, and remained silent, continuing to guard the perimeter.
Jane's room faced the inner courtyard, so Anthony couldn't see her room from where he entered.
When he opened the door, he found the light was on inside.
Jane was curled up on the bed, the blanket not properly covering her, her brow furrowed, and her face full of worry.
Anthony frowned as soon as he entered, his brow furrowing deeper.
The light was on. She usually turned off the light when she slept.
And she was wearing pajamas, indicating she had intended to sleep, but her posture suggested she hadn't fallen asleep properly.
Anthony leaned down and carefully adjusted Jane's posture, his fingers unconsciously brushing her cheek, gently stroking it.
To his surprise, the touch woke Jane up.
"Annoying," Jane groggily opened her eyes, and Anthony thought she was about to say "get lost."
"Be good, go back to sleep." Anthony tucked Jane in, but she was already fully awake.
"Anthony?" Jane looked at Anthony with sleepy eyes, dazed for a few seconds.
She turned to look out the window, which was still dark. She reached out to touch Anthony's face, her fingertips feeling the elasticity of his skin, and pinched it.
Anthony's eyes darkened for a moment, and he pulled Jane's hand down, holding it in his large palm.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Not dreaming." After a while, Jane confirmed that the person in front of her was real. "What time is it? Weren't you not coming back?"
Jane even wondered if she had slept for a whole day and night and it was already the next evening. Otherwise, why would Anthony be here?
"It's not even five in the morning. Go back to sleep." Anthony tucked Jane in again. Seeing that she wasn't sleepy, he asked, "Why are you sleeping with the light on? Are you scared?"
"No." Jane refused to admit.
"Jane, if you're scared to sleep alone, you can come find me."
"I said I'm not scared. Are you selectively deaf?"
Jane glared at him unhappily, not realizing that her reaction made her look even more like she was trying to cover up.
Anthony couldn't help but laugh twice.
"What are you laughing at? Anthony, did you come back in the middle of the night just to laugh at me?" Jane, already disturbed by Anthony, was now fully awake.
To Anthony, she looked like a cat with its fur standing on end.
And a spoiled cat at that.
"You're overthinking it." Anthony helplessly pinched the back of Jane's neck, as if soothing or coaxing a small animal. "Go to sleep."
"Who wants you to sleep with me? You are annoying, get out." Jane pushed Anthony, but of course, she couldn't move him.
"Alright." Anthony didn't argue further. Since it wasn't dawn yet, he hoped Jane would sleep a bit more.
Adequate sleep was very important for pregnant women.
The door closed.
Jane turned her head, and Anthony was already out of the room, nowhere to be seen.
The quietness returned, making Jane a bit uneasy, unable to sleep.
They said that during pregnancy, emotions were more volatile, and Jane felt that her current strangeness was all because of the pregnancy.
It was all Anthony's fault!
After two minutes, there was another knock on the door.
"Ms. Watkins, are you asleep? May I come in?" It was the maid's voice.
"Come in." Jane was puzzled. "What's the matter?"
"Ms. Watkins, Mr. Clark said you like having someone with you when you sleep, so he asked me to see if you needed company."
Jane felt a strange emotion. She had just stubbornly denied being scared, and Anthony had spared her dignity by not exposing her, instead sending the maid to accompany her.
She had to admit, he was very considerate.
"Sit on the sofa over there." Jane snuggled into the blanket, her sharp chin and mouth buried in the covers, leaving only her nose and a pair of charming eyes visible. "I'll fall asleep in about half an hour, and then you can leave."
"Okay." The maid remembered Anthony saying it would take an hour.
Jane closed her eyes but couldn't sleep. After a few seconds, she asked, "Is everything at the Clark Manor taken care of?"
"Hmm?" The maid didn't quite understand Jane's question.
"Didn't Mrs. Clark fall ill? She can't have recovered in just a few hours, right?" Jane had thought Anthony would wait until Ann's condition improved before coming back.
That would take at least a day.
"I'm not sure about that," the maid apologized.
Jane said no more, trying to hypnotize herself to sleep.
With the light off and a familiar person nearby, she did sleep much better.
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