Chapter 948 Jane, You Have a Big Temper
"Your woman?" Jane raised an eyebrow. "Anthony, Aurora is your woman."
Jane paused and said, "If having a past together means being someone's woman, then I wasn't just your woman."
When Anthony heard the phrase "wasn't just your woman," his face darkened for a moment.
But he quickly regained his composure.
Despite not having direct contact with Jane in the two years following the Watkins family's downfall, Anthony had kept tabs on most of her movements and was aware that she had not been involved with any other men.
However, knowing was one thing, but hearing Jane say such words was another.
Jane saying that, did it mean she actually had such thoughts?
Jane once had a male friend whom she got along with very well. While Jane considered him a good friend, he desired more and wanted to be her boyfriend. After the Watkins family faced hardship, this individual sought permission from his family to assist the Watkins family and then confessed his feelings to Jane, only to be turned down. Feeling resentful, he attempted to drug Jane and force himself on her. In response, Anthony arranged for someone to physically confront the individual and took measures to keep him away from Jane.
Even men who had never been with Jane and didn't know her well were attracted to her one after another, let alone Anthony.
"Jane, don't say such words to provoke me. You know I can't handle it." Anthony's voice deepened, "What if I decide to show you that you are my woman?"
As adults, the meaning of this sentence was all too clear.
Jane's face changed slightly, and she shut her mouth, knowing Anthony was capable of such actions. If she spoke, she might not be able to control her words.
"Speak, Jane," Anthony laughed at Jane's restrained look.
"Speak my ass," Jane shot back.
Anthony responded, but then he heard Jane's stomach growl.
Anthony gazed at Jane, who sat across from him like a little princess, her expression cold and indifferent, pretending that nothing had occurred despite her stomach growling. He found it amusing but restrained himself from laughing.
"Hungry?" Anthony glanced at the time. It was just past ten in the morning, too early to be hungry.
Anthony quickly guessed, "You didn't have breakfast?"
Jane didn't want to admit it and continued to look cold and uncommunicative.
If she admitted she hadn't even had breakfast ,how pathetic would she be.
Anthony texted Sadie to inquire about the situation and found out that Jane had been summoned to the hospital by Ann immediately upon waking up, without even having a sip of water.
Anthony, with a serious expression, phoned the hotel front desk to request that the kitchen send some food. Glancing at Jane, he recalled her picky eating habits. So, he called Clint to order a homemade Italian pasta from Billy's.
While Anthony did all this, Jane looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Are you having breakfast here?"
Anthony looked at Jane as if she were an idiot.
Jane quickly realized that Anthony had likely ordered breakfast for her. She felt embarrassed about her earlier thoughtless words and was unsure how to communicate with Anthony. Anthony ordering breakfast for Jane put her in a difficult situation—she wanted to refuse, as she did not care for it.
However, Jane also missed breakfast because of Anthony and his family, so he should take responsibility. Additionally, declining the breakfast might make her seem insecure and overly concerned about the situation.
In her previous life as Ms. Watkins, if she mentioned wanting a specific dish in her social circle, she would have multiple deliveries within an hour from various individuals.
Jane's mind was racing. After about ten minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"Hello, is this your order?"
"Yes."
The room service attendant was a young man, probably in his twenties.
As the attendant prepared to push the cart in, Anthony's mind flashed to Jane sitting on the fabric sofa in a bathrobe: clean and coldly beautiful, so noble that it inspired people's desire to ruin.
Any man would find it hard to look away.
"I'll take it in," Anthony blocked the attendant's path. "You can go now."
The attendant was briefly taken aback. "Okay, just ring the front desk when you're finished, and someone will come to tidy up," he said.
Anthony replied impatiently, with his expression clearly conveying, "You may leave."
The waiter even suspected that there might be something suspicious going on in the room.
Anthony pushed the small dining cart in and saw Jane sitting on a single sofa, hugging her knees and tilting her head, lost in thought.
She looked both stunning and serene.
Fortunately, he didn't let the waiter in earlier.
Anthony's possessiveness towards Jane was no less than his protective instincts.
Hearing the sound of the cart's wheels, Jane snapped back to reality, her gaze falling on the food on the cart.
Fried eggs, pancakes, waffles, sandwiches, muffins, milk. And one bowl of oatmeal. Jane's appetite completely disappeared at the sight of the oatmeal. "Not hungry?" Anthony observed that Jane showed no interest in eating and seemed a bit down. "I don't want to eat," Jane turned her face away, clearly displaying her anger.
"Jane, what's your problem?" Anthony knocked on the table, "Not eating properly—are you a three-year-old?"
Skipping breakfast was really bad for your health.
Jane thought Anthony really didn't know how to talk.
Anthony remained a polite and somewhat falsely humble, yet genuinely arrogant gentleman towards others, being the head of the Clark family.
However, when it came to Jane, he was notably blunt. Jane was devoted to Anthony, loving him wholeheartedly. Despite his less sweet and accommodating words compared to other men, she still favored Anthony.
Because she loved Anthony, she liked everything about him. Even when he spoke harshly to her, she saw it as a special treatment.
Because it was special, she secretly rejoiced.
However, things had changed. Why should Jane be tolerant and accommodating towards Aurora's fiancé? Jane didn't have that kind of patience!
"This oatmeal looks unappetizing."
Anthony chuckled, "Jane, you certainly have a fiery temper.”
How could a bowl of oatmeal offend Jane?
Jane felt a sudden surge of anger at Anthony's laugh.
"Anthony," Jane pointed at the bowl of oatmeal, "if I threw this stuff on you, would you still want to eat it tomorrow?"
No, he wouldn't.
Not just tomorrow, probably never in his life.
Anthony pressed his thin lips together, recalling seeing oatmeal on Jane when he ran into her at the hospital.
Anthony covered the bowl of oatmeal and, displaying rare patience, said, "It won't come back in front of you." Jane appeared disinterested, thinking, ‘You say it won't come back, and it won't? Who do you think you are, God? Arrogant jerk!’
There was another knock on the door.
Anthony went to open it and returned with a bowl of handmade Italian pasta, topped with a large shrimp and sprinkled with cheese. The rich aroma filled the air. Although the food from the cart was delicious, it couldn't match the taste of this pasta dish. The handmade Italian pasta instantly reignited Jane's appetite.
Anthony caught Jane’s sneaky glance as she peeked into the bowel . She hadn't had breakfast, so he didn't feel like teasing her. He placed the pasta on the table and gestured for her to eat.
Jane had received the most proper etiquette training since childhood, but she privately liked to sit on the carpet and eat at a small table.
Because of this little quirk, Anthony had lectured her a few times when they were younger, but to no avail, so he let it go.
Jane found the scent of the pasta very familiar. She glanced at Anthony, slid off the sofa, and sat on the carpet to start eating.
"Did Billy cook it?" Jane was shocked.
Billy had been the Watkins family's chef for over a decade, and Jane practically grew up eating his food, becoming familiar with most of his dishes. When the Watkins family faced difficulties, Billy departed, leaving Jane struggling to eat for a long time due to her pickiness and missing Billy's home-cooked flavors. Anthony nodded slightly and advised, "Don't speak while eating.
Jane hadn't tasted this flavor in a long time, and combined with her hunger, she ate with great focus.
Jane ate the pasta quickly but still elegantly.
"How did you manage to get Billy to make this pasta? Is Billy running his own restaurant now?"
Jane asked very seriously, as if she would become a regular customer if Billy had a restaurant.
Unfortunately, Jane's wishful thinking was dashed.
"No," Anthony said. "He's my private chef now."
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