Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime
Chapter 1291

Chapter 1291: Chapter 1291

Jane McCain’s heart skipped a beat, and she immediately ran to the bedside, diving into the covers.

Perhaps it was because Allen Rivera had been too strict outside just now; she inexplicably felt a sense of guilt as if a school director had arrived.

Once Allen Rivera came in, he immediately locked the room door.

Jane McCain: "..."

Could it be?

... Is he really going to lecture me?

Jane McCain stared at Allen Rivera with her big, clear, watery eyes, looking confused and full of anxiety.

Allen Rivera approached her and asked, "Where are your pants?"

Jane McCain was dazed, "What pants?"

"I’m asking, where did you put your pants?"

"I’m wearing a skirt..."

Allen Rivera looked at her helplessly.

Jane McCain stretched out a hand from under the blanket and pointed in a direction.

Allen Rivera glanced over, saw her clothes draped over the chair, reached out, grabbed the skirt, and dressed Jane McCain.

It was impossible to dress while huddled under the blanket. Jane McCain silently cooperated with Allen Rivera’s actions, sitting on the edge of the bed, placing both hands on Allen Rivera’s shoulders, and slipping her feet into the skirt.

"Stand up," Allen Rivera said.

Jane McCain stood up.

Allen Rivera lifted the skirt and bent down to zip up the back for her.

A tweed fitted A-line skirt that revealed her curves from waist to hips, paired with mid-calf boots, looked soft, elegant, and youthful.

Jane McCain knew how to dress herself and understood how to showcase her figure’s advantages.

Allen Rivera sighed slightly in his heart and silently buttoned her up, all the way to the top button at the collar.

Jane McCain observed Allen Rivera’s expression, vaguely sensing he was no longer going to lecture her, and daringly asked, "How did you feel just now?"

Allen Rivera finished buttoning her up, lowered his head, and rolled up her overly long sleeves layer by layer, asking with no expression, "In what way?"

"The feeling when she lunged at you." Jane McCain lightly pursed her lips with a sour tone, "Pressed so tightly, flesh against flesh, you must have felt something."

Allen Rivera paused in his actions, looked up at her, "I almost died from anger, even if I felt something, I couldn’t focus on it."

When he said this, there was not the slightest hint of teasing, his eyes calm, his expression very serious.

Jane McCain looked at him, unexpectedly dazed.

A moment later, she came to her senses, turned her face reluctantly, and muttered, "Not everyone is like you, even wearing clothes properly when sleeping..."

Allen Rivera responded with a light "Mm," and draped a coat over her, "I accept this excuse, so I didn’t make you write a review."

Hearing this, Jane McCain inexplicably became happy, burying her face in his neck, affectionately snuggling against him.

Seeing her taken advantage of outside by so many eyes, yet acting carefree, Allen Rivera felt a tinge of annoyance, pulling her into his arms and kissing her forcefully.

The time and place were not appropriate, but he could only administer a small punishment.

After kissing her for a while, he released her and checked her from head to toe again to ensure Jane McCain was properly dressed, then opened the door to call the others in.

Many people were outside.

Allen Rivera’s assistant was there, along with several familiar policemen.

Juliet Stewart was also present, her eyes red and swollen, draped in a man’s coat.

Jane McCain recognized it as Ray Cooper’s coat.

Allen Rivera left two people to survey the scene, then took the rest to the next dorm room for a meeting, primarily to understand the situation.

What exactly happened was only known to the three women staying in the dormitory.

He first asked Fiona Lake, who looked bewildered and knew nothing about what had happened.

Next, he asked Juliet Stewart.

Juliet Stewart still had tear marks on her face, but her emotions had calmed down, perhaps because she had cried too much earlier, her voice now hoarse when speaking.

"I heard someone open the window, opened my eyes, and saw a face at the windowsill..." she said, glancing at Allen Rivera, "It matches the information you gathered in the village, a face that can move."