Chapter 293 Can You Smile

After a sumptuous dinner and tidying up the kitchen, Nancy and Doris proceeded to take a shower. Then, to cap off the night, Jay decided to snuggle in the living room and watch the TV.

Sitting by himself on the couch and with the remote control in his hand, he gazed at Doris with his enigmatic pair of eyes.

The woman tucked her hair behind her ear and cast a reproachful glance at him. "What are you looking at?" she uttered with furrowed brows.

But Jay stuck his index finger on his lips, signaling Doris not to lash out as he intently stared at her.

"What are you doing? Are you keeping a secret from me? Jay, don’t tell me you’re going to the bar again? Which woman are you going to see tonight, huh? It must be that Libby, right? I knew it!" Doris perpetually ranted, holding her hands on her waist while sporting a look of disbelief. The mere thought of that woman, Libby, wracked her nerves to the pits of hell.

Sensing her boiling anger as evidenced by her flaring nose, Jay slowly put down the remote control and helplessly walked towards Doris. He lowered his voice and heaved a sigh before muttering, "I don't want to go to the bar, nor do I want to see Libby. Charles just asked me a favor, and I know only you can do it. He wants to know what happened to Nancy."

"What else can happen? Your dear friend

gnant trick wouldn’t work, Doris thought of faking her anger. Perhaps it would somehow touch the soft side of Nancy that she had always known. So, she lay on the bed with her back facing Nancy and pretended to sleep.

"Doris, are you mad? Pregnant women can't go to bed, angry. It's not good for the baby," Nancy coaxed, slightly nudging Doris’ left shoulder.

"How can I not be mad? You don't even trust me. I remember that you were not like this before. You don’t suspect or even doubt me. What changed, huh? I’m your best friend! Why are you like this? You’re making me so sad," Doris muttered in the fakest sorrowful voice she could muster. Even if Nancy couldn’t see her, she pouted her lips and pretended to cry.

And although Nancy was annoyed, she didn't want to upset her pregnant friend. So, she heaved a heavy sigh and lay down beside her after turning off the light.

A sly smile crept on Doris's lips as she felt the mattress sank beside her.

She knew that Nancy had always been such a softhearted woman. There was no way she’d let her sleep in sorrow. As silence fell upon them and only the low grumbling of the air conditioner filled the room, Doris waited for her friend’s response.

As expected, after a while, Nancy spoke softly.

"I'm tired of working in the hospital. What do you think I should do?"