Chapter 586

Chapter 586 Don’t You Care About Your Health?

After Kyra had finished recording the variety show, she heard the news and lost her temper in the dressing

room.

The assistant, visibly shaken, timidly asked “Ms. Marks, what’s bothering you…”

In response, the room echoed with the sound of bottles and jars crashing to the floor.

“Get out!”

Kyra propped herself up against the dressing table, her expression dark and almost unbelievable.

The assistant, not daring to provoke further, swiftly exited.

The atmosphere in the dressing room turned incredibly depressing.

Kyra’s teeth clenched so tightly they seemed on the verge of shattering, consumed by jealousy.

She never expected that Jean could accomplish something so astonishing!

All for the sake of Neera, ignoring the relationship between the Beauvort and Marks families!

Completely shattering any hope the Marks family had!

She despised Neera to the core and was even more infuriated by Jean’s heartlessness!

She had humbled herself to this extent, and yet, why did he still refuse to bat an eye at her?

Her phone was ringing continuously, and it was Stetson calling.

Kyra was so exasperated that she gritted her teeth before finally answering the call.

“What else is there?”

Stetson knew her temper well and warned her.

“Even if you become upset again, you mustn’t cause Neera trouble, let alone Jean. Right now, the top priority is to stabilize the project. We can talk about the rest later!” Stetson advised.

Kyra scoffed, “Dad, do you think there’s a future? Jean is so heartless, what kind of future is there?”

Stetson frowned, “As long as the Marks family perseveres, you remain the most suitable candidate for the Beauvort family’s bride. Listen to me and don’t act rashly!”

How could Kyra swallow this indignation?

She had always been proud, and her only downfall had been when Jean fell.

Or was it because of Neera, that insufferable woman?

According to her father, he would not plan a marriage for her and the Beauvort family for the time being.

In that case…

She would have to rely on herself to fight for it!

Neera remained unaware of all this.

The research institute grew busier by the day, with reagents undergoing research and development, and endless data comparisons.

Once her attributes went online, Neera hardly spared a glance at her phone, and she immediately became missing in action.

Around midnight, she took a brief break and found a moment to look at her phone.

There were messages of sympathy from the triplets and a message of concern from Jean.

Standing by the window, the cool night breeze rustled her.

Neera felt a little tired, but her spirit remained remarkably alert.

She read the messages one by one, and her expression softened.

Considering how late it was, she assumed the triplets were probably asleep, so she replied to Jean’s message,

Unexpectedly, just a few seconds after sending the message, Jean called.

“Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?” Neera sounded surprised.

Jean didn’t reply to her question but instead asked, “I should be asking you the same thing. When do you finish work?”

Neera didn’t focus on herself but rather expressed her concern, saying, “Why won’t you listen to me?

Your body needs more rest, and here you are, staying up so late. Don’t you care about your health anymore?”

Hearing the hint of annoyance in her voice, Jean lightly grinned while running his fingers through his hair.

“I was already asleep, but I set a notification for your messages. I woke up from a light sleep when it went off.”

Neera would have preferred to hear a slight huskiness in his voice, and she believed him.

“I’m sorry for waking you up…”

Jean leaned against the headboard, casting a soft, dissatisfied gaze at the warm bedside lamp.

“You’re apologizing to me?”

Neera blinked and smiled, saying, “I just want you to get a good rest.”

In the quiet of the night, her gentle words filled his ears, and Jean could almost picture her with a soft expression, her heart in turmoil.

“Are you hungry? Are you tired?”

“I’m quite busy right now, and I’m feeling a bit hungry.”

“Do you want to head home and get some rest, or do you plan to continue working?”

“It’s not finished yet. There’s a batch of data that hasn’t been analyzed, so I’ll probably be working until dawn.”

Jean furrowed his brow upon hearing this. “Every day, I tell you to rest properly. How do you manage to work

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Neera responded with a smile, “I’m fine. I’ve been used to it for a long time. Isn’t this what research is all about? The professor urgently needs this set of reagents, so I have to race against the clock.”

Jean understood her dedication to her work and silently supported her, even though he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of concern.

“You’ve worked hard,” Jean said softly. “I’ll place an order for you later.”

Neera’s eyes tw inkled as she replied sweetly, “Alright.”

Later, the meal Jean ordered arrived. It was a late-night feast from a private restaurant, featuring all of Neera’s favorite dishes. What was special about it was that it wasn’t just for Neera, everyone present got to enjoy it.

Osbert had been hungry for a while, and upon seeing the spread of delicious food, he felt truly blessed.

“This must be ordered by Jean, he’s so thoughtful!” Osbert remarked.

Thora, feeling a twinge of jealousy, pretended to be indifferent and scoffed, “It’s just a small gesture, what’s the big deal!”

Osbert was irritated by her attitude and gave her an unhappy glance. “You always find fault, what’s wrong with being nice?”

“What’s wrong with me?” Thora raised her eyes, ready to argue.

Neera decided to intervene, breaking her chopsticks with a cool demeanor. “Can’t we just enjoy the meal without arguing?”

Thora, losing her temper, huffed and turned away with a disdainful sound.

Neera didn’t pay her any mind and invited everyone to dig in.

After the meal, she returned to work. The following morning, everyone looked tired as they hastily packed up and went home.

Neera remained at the research institute until the data was finally processed. Luigi stayed behind to help.

During this time, Jean called twice, but she didn’t pick up.

Jean, who was far away in Imperial Gardens, furrowed his brow.

This woman isn’t at home, and she’s not answering her phone. She’s probably still busy with her work at the research institute.

Calculating the time, she hadn’t slept for more than twenty-four hours. How much longer could her body endure this?

After waiting impatiently, Jean couldn’t sit still any longer. He decided to go to the research center himself to fetch her.