Chapter 681 A Small Act of Deceit

681 A Small Act of Deceit

Day Seventy-Three...

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After an intense two-hour lovemaking session, Jane succumbed to sleep, exhausted. Nathan's endurance was akin to that of a wild beast. He claimed her through three rounds of passionate intimacy, continuing until they moved to the bedroom adjacent to his office.

Nathan just cuddled Jane in his arms as he watched her sleeping figure. He still couldn't believe that the two of them would end up like this. He tried analyzing his feelings. His heart was at ease. And he could feel the profound joy, just being with her.

He pulled her body closer to him, giving her warmth. He loved smelling her sweet intoxicating scent. Who would have thought the two of them would have another chance to have a fresh start?

Lost in thoughts of their relationship, Nathan's contemplation was abruptly interrupted by the shrill ring of his phone. Annoyance furrowed his brow, the intrusion shattered his moment. He fretted, not wanting Jane to be disturbed by the noise.

Regretfully, he gently released Jane from his embrace and rose from the bed, reaching for his phone. His expression darkened at the sight of the caller ID-Helena Carlsen. Monica's number was saved in his phone as Helena. This was before he discovered the truth about her identity.

He cast one look at Jane's sleeping figure before he stepped out of the bedroom. He proceeded to his office, answering the phone call.

'What does she want from me now?' Nathan mused to himself. He could still remember how Monica tried to play with his emotions. Disguised herself as Helena, she acted like Monica during their first dinner date.



"What do you want?" Nathan coldly asked her upon answering the call.

"Nate, are you free? Can we talk in person? There is something I must tell you." Monica sounded so serious.

Nathan couldn't figure out what she was up to. He clenched his teeth, the crease on his forehead deepening further. He felt disgusted because of this woman. She destroyed his relationship with the real Shining Star (Jane). She made him hate her to the extent he almost killed her. He hurt Jane and he regretted it.

In response, Jane playfully pinched his waist. "Your endurance is on a different level," she remarked, a hint of admiration in her voice.

"Why? Can't keep up with me?" Nathan teased, his smile playful as he tightened his embrace. His spirits lifted once more, Jane's presence serving as a powerful mood changer after the shadow of Monica's earlier interruption.

"Of course, I can!" Jane asserted before smoothly shifting the conversation. "Speaking of which, are you heading somewhere?"

With Jane already awake, Nathan saw no reason to keep his plans a secret. "Monica called while you were asleep. She wanted to meet." "Monica?" Jane blurted out, her expression darkening. She hated that woman. "I'm coming with you!" She immediately jumped off the bed to put on some clothes. But Nathan stopped her by grabbing her wrist.

"I need to handle this on my own," Nathan said in a soft tone, his eyes imploring her for understanding. He knew this was a confrontation he had to face without Jane's presence.

Jane fell silent for a moment before nodding her head. "I understand. However, I can't allow you to go there alone. I'm tagging along. But don't worry. I'm not joining you. I will just keep an eye on you from the distance. Who knows what Monica is plotting again? We should be careful." Jane reminded him, reaching out to caress his face.

"Will you allow me to watch you from a distance when you are interacting with Vincent?" Nathan brought up Vincent once again. He still couldn't move on from his jealousy.

Jane could only sigh helplessly. "Can you promise not to meddle? I worry your emotions might get the better of you, and you'll

interrupt every conversation I have with Vincent," she said, playfully pinching the tip of Nathan's nose.

"I'll try my best." Nathan promised to her. However, behind her back, his fingers deceptively crossed, contradicting his promise. Nathan's reassuring smile remained but the hidden fingers told a different story- a small act of deceit since he was uncertain if he could really just watch them on the sidelines without doing anything.