Chapter 1121 Mockery
Jovan and Jane's reappearance in Paykston quickly spread.
Gradually, invitations started pouring into the Watkins family's new villa.
However, Jovan politely declined all of them.
Jane's health had improved significantly these days. Although she still couldn't go out, she no longer had to rely on a wheelchair.
She sat on the sofa, going through the invitations one by one.
"Why are there so many? Are you that popular?" Ainslee asked, sucking on a lollipop and eyeing Jane curiously.
If Ainslee weren't Jovan's boss, Jane would never have spoken to him and would have kicked him out of the house!
Ainslee had no sense of propriety at all, living in her house as if it were his own!
"These are invitations to balls, these three are for afternoon tea, these three are for musicals and plays, these four are for casual visits, and these are for shopping."
Each invitation was filled with affectionate tones, as if they were all close friends with Jane.
Jane used to be very popular in her social circle. After the Watkins family went bankrupt, most people distanced themselves from her. Now that Jovan had returned unscathed, it seemed they thought the Watkins family was on the rise again, and those so-called friends were flocking back.
Fair-weather friends would be of no use when the storm came.
These topics were beyond Ainslee's knowledge. He blinked, incredulous: Are socialites really this bored nowadays?
"Is there an invitation from Natalie?" Ainslee asked.
"If Natalie needs me, she can just call." Jane was initially puzzled by Ainslee's sudden mention of Natalie, but then she realized, "You can't still be thinking about Natalie's cooking, can you?"
Ainslee's expression told Jane, "Absolutely!"
"I mentioned it to Oliver before, but he turned me down," he said.
Jane thought, 'Shouldn't he have turned you down? What kind of relationship do you have with her that would make her want to cook for you?'
Indeed, dreaming was human nature. But how could Ainslee, an adult, be so gluttonous?
Jane had no interest in socializing, but she had to attend the wedding of the Green family's head at the end of the month.
When the Watkins family went bankrupt, the Green family was one of the few who extended a helping hand. Jane and Jovan had to show them respect.
Jovan had been ordering various custom dresses for Jane a month in advance, and on the day of the wedding, he even hired a professional styling team to come to their home for Jane.
Men's styling was simple, so Jovan had some free time. He sat on a sofa not far from Jane, with a laptop on his knees, handling work.
Ainslee sat nearby, eating and watching Jane, saying, "With three hours of makeup and such meticulous dressing, anyone would think you're the one getting married."
Jane closed her eyes tightly, reminding herself, 'Don't argue with the boss. This guy, who only knows how to eat and spout nonsense, is the source of Jovan's income.'
She replied, "Mr. Richardson, dressing up is the most basic respect for a banquet. Didn't you know the process women go through before attending a banquet?"
Jane didn't believe that Ainslee was unaware. Growing up in a prominent family, various banquets were the norm.
Ainslee really didn't know. With his status, no woman had ever been worth his wait.
But he knew that when Jane called him "Mr. Richardson," it meant she was angry.
Jovan had said that if he wanted to try Natalie's cooking, he first had to get along with Jane.
Reluctantly, Ainslee chose to shut up, wanting to eat Natalie's food.
Seeing this, a faint smile played on Jovan's lips.
A stretch Bentley was prepared for the banquet.
Ainslee got in first, and Jane pulled Jovan aside to ask, "Jovan, when is this guy leaving? Is he planning to stay with us forever?"
"Jane doesn't like him?" Jovan asked instead of answering.
"He hired eighteen servants for the house, constantly nitpicks, and eats all day long. He also has a sharp tongue and always mocks me." Jane complained about Ainslee's many faults. "Do you think I could like someone like that?"
Jovan ruffled Jane's hair. "He's not mocking you; he just doesn't know how to talk properly."
Jane thought, 'I admit he doesn't know how to talk, but does this conflict with him mocking me? No, it doesn't!'
Jovan seemed oblivious to Jane's inner turmoil. "As for leaving, he probably won't be going anywhere anytime soon."
"No way." Jane felt like she had heard the terrible news. "Jovan, why don't you change jobs?"
"I'm afraid I can't," Jovan said.
Before Jovan could finish, Ainslee's voice came from the stretch Bentley, "Jovan, this seat's leather is too hard!"
Jane was exasperated. How could someone be so picky?
When they walked over, they saw Ainslee's face full of disdain and dissatisfaction.
"And this wine glass, it's so ugly. The glass quality is poor, too," Ainslee continued.
Jovan smoothly replied, "Alright, I'll get it changed for you tomorrow."
Jane thought, 'don't get angry. Ainslee is spending his own money; don't get angry.'
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