Chapter 1139 This Is Way Too Ugly!
After a couple of seconds, Jane lifted her head and looked at Jovan beside her, clearly confused.
Her eyes were dazed but serious, like she was trying to figure out who he was.
"Jane, you don't recognize me?" Jovan asked, sounding both helpless and amused.
Jane stared at Jovan for a few seconds, then said, "Jovan?"
"Are you sure?" Jovan teased.
Jane shook her head firmly and threw herself into Jovan's arms. "It's Jovan!"
Ainslee stood off to the side, looking pretty annoyed.
"Thanks, Oliver," Arthur said, holding Flora and nodding to Oliver.
Flora was the worst drinker in the group and was now completely passed out.
Flora and Arthur weren't romantically involved, so technically, Arthur shouldn't have been called.
"Watch yourself," Oliver warned Arthur.
Even though Oliver had called Arthur, Flora was Natalie's good friend, and if Arthur did anything to Flora, Oliver would be in trouble.
Arthur replied, "I know."
They already had a daughter; taking advantage of Flora now would only cause problems.
On the way back to the Rosewood Estate, Natalie woke up groggily, her eyes wandering until they met Oliver's deep gaze.
"Why are you here?" she asked slowly.
Oliver chuckled, his thumb gently tracing Natalie's lips, and asked, "Who am I to you?"
"Oliver!" Natalie answered loudly, full of pride.
Her face lit up with pride as if she were saying, "I know! I recognized you."
This pure look made Oliver laugh, and even his slight anger at her for getting drunk faded away.
"Not Oliver," Oliver gently corrected her. "Not that name."
Natalie tilted her head, looking at Oliver with confusion.
Oliver guided her. "Who am I to you?"
"Oliver." Natalie raised her hand, trying to touch Oliver's face, but she was too drunk, and her hand fell halfway.
Oliver caught her falling wrist, slid his hand down, held her fingertips, and pressed her small hand against his cheek.
He was about to continue speaking, wanting Natalie to call him "honey," but then he heard Natalie mutter with a bit of frustration, "Oliver, my Oliver."
Oliver's heart skipped a beat.
He said, "Yes, your Oliver. I am yours, baby."
Meanwhile, the Rolls-Royce drove towards the Watkins family villa. This was a new house Jovan had bought. It was more like a small estate than a villa. The entire area had only six households, each a small estate. It wasn't as grand as Oliver's Rosewood Estate, but it was the best property available on short notice.
Inside the car, Ainslee sat lazily, holding her phone in her right hand, continuously taking pictures of Jane.
Jovan sighed, shielding Jane's face in his arms, no longer letting Ainslee take pictures.
"Ainslee, sit properly," Jovan asked.
Ainslee pouted. "I won't fall. You're just protecting Jane."
"She's my sister. Who else would I protect if not her?" Jovan said.
"I'm younger than you and can be considered your brother. Why don't you protect me?" Ainslee said righteously.
Jovan pondered for a moment and said, "Brother?"
Ainslee frowned, tilted his head, and thought for a moment, feeling something was off.
He didn't want to be Jovan's brother.
The drinks at Moon Club were top-notch, but Jane couldn't handle mixing them.
The next morning, Jane woke up with a splitting headache.
There was a glass of honey water for hangovers on the bedside table. Jane drank it, feeling dizzy as she went downstairs, trying to recall how she got back last night.
Ainslee was sitting on the sofa, with the empty seat beside him piled with printed research articles, filled with dense content.
They were simply unreadable.
Hearing the noise, Ainslee looked up and nodded towards the dining room, "Breakfast."
Jane looked around but didn't see Jovan, so she asked, "Where's Jovan?"
"At work," Ainslee said.
Jane looked at Ainslee suspiciously. "Jovan went to work. What about you?"
Ainslee put aside the core journal he had finished reading and said matter-of-factly, "I'm the boss. I collect the money."
Jane thought, 'Just looking at Ainslee makes me angry.'
Billy came to urge Jane to eat, but Jane had no appetite after a hangover and only drank a glass of milk.
"Mr. Richardson, Mr. Watkins instructed you to have breakfast before he left," Billy said to Ainslee.
Ainslee walked over lazily, full of impatience, but still obediently sat at the dining table and drank the milk in a few gulps.
"What kind of look is that?" Jane asked, noticing Ainslee frequently looking at her.
Ainslee said seriously, "Jane, you should drink less when you're out. You look really ugly when you're drunk."
Ainslee crossed his legs, took out his phone, and showed Jane a few photos.
Jane was dumbfounded, shocked by the woman in the photos who was drunk and disheveled.
'Is that me? Is that woman really me? Unbelievable, I look so ugly! My makeup is ruined!' Jane thought.
"Yes, that's you. Shocking, right?" Ainslee seemed to know what Jane was thinking and kept rubbing salt in the wound. "You even cried in Jovan's arms on the way back, with snot and tears all over. Seriously, you shouldn't drink outside anymore; it's too embarrassing."
Jane's face was full of disbelief.
"I don't believe it. You're lying to me." Jane struggled to deny it.
Ainslee put away his phone and sat properly, "I have photos as evidence. How could I lie to you? What would I gain from lying to you?"
Jane thought, "You do it for fun, don't you? Lying is just for fun, right?"
The more Jane interacted with Ainslee, the more she felt that the outside world's evaluation of Ainslee was very inaccurate.
In the rumors, Ainslee was a talented heir. But in fact, Ainslee was just a man who loved scientific research, eating, drinking, and occasionally playing pranks! In his late twenties, he still acted like an eighteen-year-old!
"What was I crying about?" Jane took a deep breath, constantly telling herself to stay calm. After all, Ainslee was Jovan's friend and boss.
"Didn't hear clearly, but I heard Anthony." Ainslee said, "Did he completely dump you?"
Jane's fists clenched.
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