Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 374 - 202 You said you wouldn’t throw yourself at me, and I really regarded you as a virtuous woman_4

Chapter 374: Chapter 202 You said you wouldn’t throw yourself at me, and I really regarded you as a virtuous woman_4

"What, are you expecting me to sleep on the floor? I’m a woman, you know."

"So what if you’re a woman? I’m the guest." He sat down on the bed: "I want to sleep on the bed."

Jane Quinlan stared at him, dumbstruck. Is this guy even a man?

Actually fighting with a woman over a bed?

Her whole worldview is truly shattered, okay?

"First of all, let me make one thing clear: I hired you, I didn’t invite you over for free.

Since I’ve spent the money, there’s no reason for me to suffer, right?

So yes, you’re the one who’ll be sleeping on the floor."

Kay Forrest nodded: "So, have you given me a penny yet?"

"Hmph, I’ll pay you when we get back." She raised her eyebrows to cheer herself up.

"That’s something for after we get back, and besides, I don’t care about that little money of yours.

If you think I’m not being cooperative enough, then go tell your parents that I’m just someone you hired to deceive them."

"You..."

Kay Forrest smirked: "Can’t say it out loud? Need me to help you say it?"

As he spoke, he had already stood up and was about to leave.

Jane imagined he was just trying to scare her, but then she saw him really opening the door.

She hurriedly rushed forward and closed the door, barricading it with her hands.

"You... why are you being so finicky?"

"It’s also finicky to ask you to sleep on the floor."

"Alright, alright, you can sleep on the bed, okay?"

She was defeated. How could there be such men in the world?

It seems that romance novels and TV dramas are really deceptive.

Kids, don’t trust them too easily.

With a snort, she opened the closet, but as soon as she opened the door, she was stunned.

From her childhood, her room’s closet always had spare bedding.

But today... why is it so clean?

When did her mother become so diligent?

It’s winter now, could it be... she really has to sleep directly on the floor?

This is definitely her mom plotting to murder her own daughter.

If she says now to take away the bedding, this guy will probably threaten her again, right?

Tch.

She doesn’t want to ask him for help.

After thinking it through, she pulled out a down jacket from inside and threw it on the floor to lie down on.

Kay Forrest said with arms crossed: "If I were you, I would choose to ask my mom for another blanket.

After all... some people, even when living together, are used to each having their own blanket."

"Mind your own business," she got angry, the consequences serious, she couldn’t be bothered to deal with him.

She lay down on her side.

Even though she was lying on a down jacket, it was still so cold.

Kay stood up and headed towards the door, Jane sat up: "What are you up to now?"

He glanced back at her dismissively, opened the door and went out, Jane worriedly followed him.

"Hey, are you ever going to be done with this?"

Kay Forrest knocked on the door of Mr. and Mrs. Quinlan’s room: "Auntie, sorry to bother you."

Mrs. Quinlan came out with a smile on her face, "What’s up, Kay?"

"Well... it’s a bit embarrassing, but Jane and I have always used separate blankets.

It’s been my sleeping habit since I was a child, could you please help us find another blanket?"

"Oh, is that so, I’ll go get it now.

Oh my, it’s also my fault for not asking about your habits."

"It’s okay, after all, we’re going to be family and will have to get to know each other slowly."

Mrs. Quinlan went back into the room to get a blanket and handed it to him: "These blankets are all clean, I aired them out before you guys came back."

Kay Forrest nodded in thanks, then turned around with the blanket and headed back to his room.

Jane Quinlan waved to her mother with a smile and followed suit.

Once the door was shut, Kay Forrest handed her the blanket: "Here, can’t say I mistreat you.

I’ve never slept on the floor in my life, I’m worried I’ll have insomnia and it’ll affect my acting tomorrow.

So tonight, you’ll have to be the one to suffer.

Of course, if you’re sure you won’t pounce on me, I can give you a quarter of the bed to sleep on."

Jane’s heart felt warmer as she took the blanket, but her face didn’t look too pleased: "No need, I’ll sleep on the floor, I’m sure I won’t pounce on you, but I don’t trust you, hmph."

Kay Forrest shrugged, "As you wish, no pressure."

He took off his shoes and got into bed.

The winter here really is extremely cold.

Will it really be alright for Jane Quinlan to sleep on the floor?

He glanced over and saw Jane rolling herself up in the blanket, looking more like a Concubine being prepared for the emperor’s enjoyment.

He smirked and closed his eyes, ready to rest.

Jane regretted it in the middle of the night.

It was too cold; she should not have been so stubborn.

She sniffled, sat up, and turned her head to look at the elegantly sleeping Kay Forrest on the bed.

It’s a wonder there are men who don’t snore at night.

She leaned forward and knelt by the bed, gazing at the Kay on the bed.

She had to admit, he was really good-looking.

If she didn’t have to spend money this time, then she really hit the jackpot.

She lay on the edge of the bed, draped the blanket over herself, and felt much warmer.

In a drowsy blur, she somehow fell asleep without realizing it.

Dawn broke, and Kay Forrest, usually a night owl, surprisingly woke up early after going to bed early.

In the morning light, he squinted, and felt a weight on his body...

He opened his eyes and saw Jane Quinlan sleeping deeply, turned to face him.

Her leg was draped over his, with a hand resting on his chest, this position... she completely took advantage of him.

He cleared his throat, but she didn’t respond.

He simply lifted his hand and tapped her forehead.

Jane winced, holding her head and cried out in pain as she hazily opened her eyes to see Kay Forrest’s face.

First, she closed and then squinted her eyes for a few seconds.

But then, she immediately widened her eyes in his direction.

So close...

She yelped and sprang up: "You..."

As she was about to call him a lecher, she realized that she unwittingly had hopped onto the bed.

She awkwardly turned her head away, grimacing and making faces at herself in her mind.

"Last night you said you wouldn’t pounce on me, I really took you for a decent woman.

Seems like I was careless."

Kay Forrest flipped off the blanket and got out of bed, as if the words he just said were nothing more than a morning greeting.

Jane Quinlan bit her lip, offering him nothing but the back of her head, feeling utterly embarrassed.

This guy, why is his mouth so vicious?

He’s like a battle snake among venomous snakes.

Seeing her reaction, Kay Forrest couldn’t help but purse his lips in amusement.

"Aren’t you changing? It should be time for breakfast now."

"How can I change with you here?"

"Is it my fault that your room is so small? Or... do you want me to leave now?

Your mom might ask me why you’re not out yet.

Should I tell her we’ve already slept together, but you still turn your back on me to change clothes? Isn’t that being pretentious?"

Jane exhaled, oh dear God, what in the world had she brought home.