Billionaire's Unforgettable Ex-Wife
Chapter 436 - 220 He Kissed Her Lips Passionately (2nd Update)

Chapter 436: Chapter 220 He Kissed Her Lips Passionately (2nd Update)

"No wonder I slept so uncomfortably.

Did you mess with me last night?"

"Who messed with you? You’re just like Pigsy falsely accusing someone."

Jane Quinlan picked up a pillow and threw it at him, but her aim was terrible; he’d already walked out of her bedroom.

"I’m going back to wash up. You hurry and make breakfast.

Oh, by the way, last night’s noodles were good, let’s have that."

Jane Quinlan clenched her fists, this guy is so infuriating.

She angrily threw the covers off and got out of bed to wash up.

Looking at her face in the mirror, her expression suddenly froze.

Wait a minute, this guy lay next to her in the same bed all night and didn’t touch her. Is it because... she lacks charm?

Oh my god, this is blatant humiliation.

This is intolerable.

He wants noodles? She deliberately won’t make them.

Kay Forrest came in and found she was making do with bread and milk for breakfast, and his face was full of displeasure.

"Didn’t I just order noodles?"

"Are you kidding me? Just because you say you want to eat something, I’ll make it?

I’m not your housemaid. This is it, eat it if you want, if not, forget it."

Jane Quinlan said this as she sat down to eat, and Kay Forrest gave her a side-eye, "Why do you have to throw a fit every day?"

"None of your business."

After arriving at the company, Jane Quinlan finished reporting her work and came out of Kay Forrest’s office.

Daisy Zenith noticed her looking downcast and softly asked, "Why are you so downcast?

Are you still upset about yesterday’s events?"

Jane Quinlan glanced over at Eden Howard’s location and smiled sarcastically, "How could I be? I really don’t have the mood to get angry with irrelevant people."

"Then why do you have that expression now?"

Jane Quinlan bit her lip, leaned close to her face, and whispered softly.

"Daisy, let me ask you something. Do you think... if a man and a woman sleep in the same room all night and nothing happens, is that normal?"

"You mean no hanky-panky?"

Jane Quinlan nodded, "Yes."

"Of course it’s not normal."

"Please analyze it for me."

Daisy Zenith, with a know-it-all look, raised her eyebrows, "There are only two possibilities for this.

First, the man isn’t interested.

Second, the woman is not attractive.

Otherwise, just think about it, two well-matched heterosexuals in the same room should naturally be attracted to each other and close the personal distance to zero."

"Exactly," Jane Quinlan pouted and nodded.

"So, you were ignored by that man last night?"

"I... what? It’s nothing, nothing about me, I’m just asking out of curiosity."

Daisy Zenith, wearing an expression that said she understood everything without Jane Quinlan needing to say it, burst out laughing.

Jane Quinlan was speechless too. She pushed Daisy back to her seat and mumbled, "Just look at your interview manuscript, I really can’t be bothered to talk to you."

In the morning, she went out on business with Kay Forrest.

A little after ten, they finished their business and had just gotten into the car when her phone rang. Since it was an unfamiliar number, she was a bit puzzled before answering.

"Hello?"

"Is this Auntie Jane Quinlan?"

Jane Quinlan’s eyes widened at the adorable voice, "I’m Jane. Who is this?"

Hearing her using her cooing voice to talk as if to a child, Kay Forrest, who was sitting next to her reviewing documents, also turned to look at her.

"Auntie, do you remember me? I’m Sue."

"Sue? Ah, the little girl who got lost at the theater entrance that day, right?"

"Yes, Auntie, it’s me. My dad’s going on a business trip tonight. Can you come and keep me company?"

"Huh?" Jane Quinlan was taken aback.

"Auntie, don’t worry, I’m not a bad kid. I won’t hurt you."

"No, no, Auntie didn’t mean that. Sue, does your dad know you’re calling me?"

"He does. When he left for work this morning, I told him.

He said I shouldn’t bother you too much, and if you’re unwilling, I’m not allowed to force you.

Auntie, I’m scared to be alone at home. Can you come keep me company?"

Jane Quinlan hesitated, "Well... Sue, Auntie..."

How could she refuse when the caller was just a child, whose request might not seem unreasonable from a child’s perspective?

"Auntie, I don’t have a mom. After Dad goes on his business trip, I’m too scared to sleep at night. I beg you."

"Alright, I’ll agree. Do you know your home address?"

Jane Quinlan thought about when her parents went to visit her grandparents, leaving her alone overnight; it was indeed somewhat terrifying.

Sue was only four or five years old, leaving her alone at home was indeed unsettling.