Chapter 696 Comfort Under the Rain



696 Comfort Under the Rain

Day Seventy-Four...

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Jane was utterly shocked when she saw the Stallion Tattoo on Vincent's left wrist. She recognized it. In one of her hypnosis sessions with Stephen, Jane recalled her first encounter with the Leader of King Stallion Mafia.

She would never forget that tattoo. It was her important clue to identify the leader of the King Stallion Mafia.

As she watched his black-inked tattoo, the horrific feelings of her past resurfaced in both his heart and mind. She had the urge to run wild.

If Vincent was the Leader of the King Stallion, this only meant he was the root cause of everything... the main reason for her misery.

Vincent deceived us all. He used me to get his revenge against Nathan. Now... I can connect the dots on why Monica and Vincent stole our identities! Jane was thinking about their aliases- Both Monica and Vincent pretended to be Shining Star and Sizzling August.

Jane's anger and hatred surged up in her heart. Focusing all her strength on her hands, she gripped Vincent's neck, her eyes blazing with rage.

All she could think of right now was to kill him and make him pay for every suffering she experienced because of him. She strangled him, letting out all her hatred and pain.

Jane's heart constricted and she felt suffocated. Her heavy panting could be heard in the house.

"Jane? Are you okay?" Vincent asked her worriedly. Jane's face turned pale and she stopped moving. She also looked like she was having a panic attack. It turned out she was only imagining herself killing Vincent using her own hands.

Vincent immediately stood up. He reached out to carry Jane in his arms. But Jane's instinctive action was to push him away from her. She didn't want to be touched by Vincent.

As if reflecting her inner turmoil, the sky above darkened and rumbled. The air grew heavy, and before long, raindrops began to fall, their patter on the pavement matching the rhythm of Jane's racing thoughts.

The downpour came suddenly as if the heavens sympathized with her current emotional state. She chose to stay under the rain, hoping that the raindrops could wash away her pain.



With each step she took, rain-soaked and emotionally drenched, Jane found a semblance of solace in the storm. Her tears mingled with raindrops, falling freely and unabashedly, releasing the pent- up emotions she had carried for far too long.

And in that vulnerable moment, someone finally found her. Under the pouring rain, Nathan hurried through the bustling streets, searching for Jane. Soon, his keen gaze caught sight of a figure, silhouetted against the rain-soaked backdrop.

It was Jane, her form hunched over, shoulders trembling as she stood amidst the storm, her face streaked with tears that blended seamlessly with the raindrops cascading down her cheeks.

Without a moment's hesitation, Nathan rushed to her side, his heart lurching at the sight of her evident distress. Ignoring the rain that drenched him, he gently approached Jane, reaching out a comforting hand.

"Jane!" he called out her name.

"What are you doing? You might catch a cold! Do you want to get sick?" Nathan gently pulled her toward the shades and covered her body using his coat.

Nathan didn't know whether to scold Jane or feel worried about her. He hated the fact that Jane went to Vincent's villa alone. He was fuming with rage and jealousy.

However, after seeing Jane in this state, he felt like something seemed off with her. "Why did you cry?" This time his expression softened and his voice became gentle.

Jane couldn't utter a word. There was a lump in her throat, her tear-streaked face a canvas of vulnerability. Instead of answering Nathan, Jane flung herself into Nathan's open arms, seeking solace in his embrace.

Sobbing uncontrollably, Jane clung to Nathan, burying her face on his sturdy chest. Nathan was taken aback for a moment when Jane suddenly burst out crying.

Nathan held her close, enveloping her in a protective embrace, his hand gently stroking her back in a soothing rhythm. He said nothing, letting the rain and Jane's tears wash away the pain and sorrow that burdened her soul.

'I swear... if Vincent was the one who caused this, I will make him pay tenfold, Nathan thought to himself, gritting his teeth.

At that certain moment, Nathan offered Jane a silent refuge, setting aside his jealousy. Their embrace spoke volumes, a language of compassion and understanding that transcended words.