Chapter 946 Serving Others
Anthony's face was extremely grim. Originally a cold, expressionless face, it now looked as if it had been smeared with charcoal.
Anthony signaled Clint with a glance, instructing him to investigate.
"Mrs. Foster, you should be well aware that even if you don't tell us, we can still find out which room Ms. Watkins is in," Clint said.
Serenity Haven Resort had strict requirements. Even though Anthony was a major shareholder, he still needed to investigate someone without some effort.
However, Anthony clearly didn't want to wait even a second longer.
“Fine, go ahead and investigate!" Debra shrugged confidently. "Mr. Clark, goodbye! I heard your fiancée is in the hospital. Instead of being with her, you're here bothering a single woman. You're unfaithful and disloyal to your own relationship, yet you want to drag Ms. Watkins down with you. Just based on that, you're not as good as my brother!”
Debra's expression seemed to convey the message, "No wonder Mr. Watkins chose my brother as a brother-in-law instead of you!" Serenity Haven Resort was a five-star hotel, and even the standard rooms were well-equipped. Jane took a bath and added rose essential oil to the water. Her nerves, which had been tense and suppressed for days, finally began to relax. Jane had a restless night's sleep. Now, as she lay in the warm water, she began to feel drowsy.
She was startled awake by the sound of a key card .
Jane's whole body tensed, and she immediately woke up, trying to get up and lock the bathroom door.
As she got up, the wound on her back was pulled, causing Jane to grimace in pain.
In that brief moment of hesitation, the bathroom door was opened from the outside.
Anthony's cold, handsome face slowly appeared through the mist. His already exquisite features seemed even more intimidating. When he was unhappy, there was a subtle aura of menace about him.
"How did you get in?" Jane grabbed a towel to cover herself, her expression no better than Anthony's.
"I walked in."
As Anthony said he walked in, he continued to move forward.
His Italian custom-made shoes stepped on the wet floor, stopping only when he reached the bathtub.
Jane blinked, feeling a sense of threat.
Jane instinctively leaned back, attempting to create distance between herself and Anthony. However, Anthony's fingers caught her chin, leaving her unable to move. Anthony crouched down, getting closer to Jane, their breaths mixing in the misty bathroom, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
Jane felt embarrassed. She was only wearing a towel, while Anthony was still fully dressed.
"Jane, do you remember Richard Foster?" Anthony mentioned Richard's name slowly, as if he wanted to crush it.
"Of course, I remember," Jane said, looking at him deliberately. "My brother chose him as my fiancé. I remember you used to be very jealous of him."
Anthony's gaze darkened. He used to be jealous of Richard actually. He still held jealous feelings about Richard .
“Mr. Clark, how did you manage to gain access?" Jane's expression turned cold. "I believe I should report this hotel, not just for negligently compromising customer privacy but also for permitting unauthorized entry into guests' rooms.
Jane paused, glancing at her body, "You're also being a pervert."
"Jane, you know that if I were being a pervert, it would be far more than this." Anthony looked around and saw another towel on the wooden rack.
Jane didn't react when she saw Anthony grab a towel, wrap it around her waist, and lift her up completely.
Her body felt light.
Water splashed everywhere, soaking Anthony's pants and shoes.
"Anthony!"
Anthony pretended not to hear her scolding. He held Jane with one hand and used the other to wipe the water droplets off her body.
Jane let out a cold laugh.
Jane's body was skillfully controlled by Anthony, and with the pain from the wound on her back, she had no choice but to let Anthony do as he pleased.
"What are you laughing at?" Anthony, who was usually cold to others, couldn't help but talk more when facing Jane.
"I'm laughing at Mr. Clark, who seems quite skilled at serving others while doing something like cheating."
"After doing it so many times, of course, I'm skilled."
Jane instinctively turned her head to look at Anthony, momentarily unsure which "doing" he was referring to. Anthony was very acquainted with caring for Jane's body, including bathing her, to the extent that he could do it effortlessly. He had done this for Jane on multiple occasions.
Jane was very delicate. After every intimate moment, she would insist on taking a bath, but she
Anthony wouldn't want to lift a finger. So, from helping Jane get into the bath to getting back to bed, he took care of everything. However, the first time Anthony did such a thing was much earlier than Jane knew.
It happened when Jane was seventeen. She got drunk with a group of friends and clung to Anthony, acting spoiled, and asking him to bathe her. Anthony asked Jane at the time, "Mr. Clark, I'm a man, an adult man. Are you sure you want me to bathe you?
Drunk Jane hung on Anthony like a little puppy, rubbing her face against his neck, creating an ambiguous atmosphere. She said, "Don't worry! Of course, I'm not worried! Anthony, if you give in to me, I'll be even more at ease!"
The Jane known to the outside world was noble and cold, but Anthony had seen many sides of her that no one else knew. Jane could be like a ragdoll cat, elegant yet skilled at appearing spoiled.
Jane could also be like a fox, using her stunning face to say something that tugged at his heartstrings.
Making people want to give her their heart, their life.
Anthony took care of everything, from helping Jane get into the bath to getting back to bed, as he knew that Jane wouldn't want to lift a finger. However, what Jane didn't know was that the first time Anthony did such a thing was much earlier, when she was seventeen. On that occasion, Jane had gotten drunk with a group of friends and, acting spoiled, had clung to Anthony, asking him to bathe her. Anthony had asked Jane at the time, "Mr. Clark, I'm a man, an adult man. Are you sure you want me to bathe you?
He was afraid Jane was too young and would get hurt.
Afraid that when Jane grew up, she would regret it and cry over such a muddled experience.
As Anthony was lost in thought for a brief moment, his grip unconsciously tightened, pressing on Jane's back wound and causing her to instinctively gasp in pain.
When Anthony snapped back to reality, he noticed Jane glaring at him with disdain, as if he were a heinous criminal.
Anthony pretended as if nothing had happened and slightly moved his hand away. After a moment, his fingers inadvertently touched Jane's wound once more.
The bruised area felt like smooth jade .
Jane shivered in Anthony's arms, casting a cold glance at him, her eyes seeming to convey, "What kind of perverted move are you attempting now?
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