Chapter 954: Are You Jealous?
"Jane, I can't believe you're being cautious now," Anthony exclaimed.
Jane found Anthony's words full of irony.
Propping herself up, Jane replied to Anthony, "I never thought Mr. Clark would one day climb through a window into my room."
Jane had just woken up from her sleep, her hair cascading over her shoulders. It had been a while since she last took care of it, and her short hair had grown past her shoulders. Her hair was in great condition, flowing like seaweed. Her stunning face carried an unconscious allure like a midnight fairy.
Anthony remembered that when he was still in a relationship with Jane, many men said he had saved the world to win Jane's heart.
‘It is an absolute truth. With such a cold elegance and delicate charm, Jane would be considered a treasure by any man,’ he thought. ‘A treasure I'd want to hide away, never to be seen by anyone else.’
Anthony pinched Jane's chin, patted her face, and said with a faint smile, "I can break into hotel rooms and bathrooms, let alone a window."
Jane closed her eyes tightly, thinking how shameless he was.
Anthony seemed quite pleased with Jane's reaction. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her smooth shoulder peeking out from under the blanket. In the moonlight, her fair skin had a mesmerizing cool glow, like she was covered in a layer of silver gauze.
Anthony pulled the blanket up to cover Jane's body and keep her from catching a cold.
"What do you want?" Jane clutched the blanket and moved back a bit, putting some distance between herself and Anthony.
Anthony thought, ‘Nothing much. I just want to see you.’
But he would never say that out loud.
Anthony silently watched Jane for a few seconds, then sat down on the sofa by her bed.
The room was dark. Jane could only see Anthony's tall silhouette. She couldn't tell what expression he had. Sitting on the bed, she felt like Anthony was a dangerous beast.
Jane waited for a while, only to see Anthony take out a pack of cigarettes and prepare to light one. Half a second later, he glanced at Jane and put the cigarette away.
Jane was already in a bad mood from being woken up in the middle of the night. Now, with Anthony sitting silently beside her, she couldn't go back to sleep.
Jane glared at Anthony with a cold expression, making him feel like he had committed some heinous crime.
"Can't I enter my house's room?" Anthony saw Jane's questioning look and retorted confidently.
Jane thought Anthony was unreasonable.
"Anthony, I always think I am pretty arrogant, but you're even more shameless than I am." Jane sneered.
Anthony raised his sharp eyebrows slightly, looking quite pleased.
To Anthony, being called shameless by Jane didn't feel like an insult. It felt more like flirting.
When Jane was younger, she often said Anthony was shameless and meddlesome.
‘It is only because you are Jane that I want to help. If it were someone else, I wouldn’t care,’ Anthony pondered.
"Not sleepy?" Anthony glanced at her. They had been sitting opposite each other for half an hour. It was nearing 3:30 AM.
"Could you sleep with a beast sitting next to you?" Jane asked numbly.
The sarcasm was too obvious.
"I could sleep." Anthony lied through his teeth, "The beast like me won't hurt you."
"Really?" Jane clearly didn't believe him.
Seeing that Anthony had no intention of leaving, Jane picked up her laptop from the bedside table and used facial recognition to unlock it, working on some photo editing.
Anthony glanced at her screen a few times but couldn't make much sense of it.
He knew that Jane had majored in photography in college. Even though she had excelled in both humanities and sciences in high school, she chose a less conventional art major for college.
Jane's long fingers moved quickly over the keyboard with her left hand, while her right hand controlled the mouse.
After a few minutes, Jane couldn't focus. She slammed the laptop shut and glared at Anthony. "Do you even understand what you're looking at?"
"No, I don't," Anthony admitted honestly.
Anthony didn't have much of an artistic sense. He could only tell that Jane's photos were beautiful and knew she had won many awards, enduring a lot of hardship to capture natural landscapes.
"Then why are you watching? Can you leave this room?" Jane couldn't take it anymore and pointed at the ceiling. "If you're so bored and can't sleep, why don't you go upstairs and check on your fiancée and your future child? They'd welcome you!"
"Jane, are you jealous?" Anthony asked after a moment.
Jane angrily replied, "No, you're dreaming."
"Anthony, I don't care what your attitude towards Aurora is, whether you don't plan to marry her, or why you would get her pregnant and not marry her. You have no right to be in my room in the middle of the night."
Jane got out of bed and opened the door, saying, "Get out! Now..."
Her words were cut short.
Aurora stood there in a maternity dress, her long hair down, one hand on her waist and the other cradling her pregnant belly. She looked at Anthony and Jane with shock and confusion.
Seeing Jane in just a black silk camisole that outlined her curves, and Anthony emerging from the shadows of the room, Aurora was filled with sadness in her eyes.
"You two..." Aurora welled up with tears, on the verge of breaking down.
Jane felt like she was caught in a compromising situation, even though she was the one being disturbed.
Jane could almost hear the unspoken questions in Aurora's mind, ‘ How can you two be together? What are you doing in this room in the middle of the night? How can you do this?
"What are you doing here?" Anthony asked Aurora, showing no urgency or guilt, even questioning her with a sense of entitlement.
Aurora's tears began to fall silently as she looked at Anthony. "I couldn't sleep. I heard noises downstairs and came to check. I was worried Ms. Watkins might be in trouble, but I didn't expect..."
Aurora broke down in tears.
"I do have some trouble," Jane said to Aurora. "This is the trouble. Please, Ms. Dewar, take your fiancé away and keep him under control. If not, lock him in your room."
Anthony wasn't angry at Jane's sarcastic and disrespectful words. He just glanced disapprovingly at her nightgown.
‘Wearing a silk camisole in the fall is improper,’ he thought.
"Go back to sleep. No more computers. It's bad for your eyes," Anthony paused and added specifically to Jane. "Remember what I said."
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