Chapter 237
Chapter 237:
“Huh?” Nolan tilted his head, intrigued.
Janice met his gaze squarely. “Even though I’ve revealed who I am, I’d still like to keep a low profile. So, keep it under wraps, alright? Most importantly, don’t tell that guy.”
“Who’s that?” Nolan asked, genuinely puzzled. “Exactly, are you talking about?”
“Lancelot Marquez.”
“What?” Nolan inhaled sharply, his face flushing with embarrassment. “I’m afraid I can’t promise that.”
“Hmm?” Janice’s brow furrowed, her eyes flickering with suspicion. “You didn’t already tell him, did you?”
Nolan hesitated before nodding sheepishly. “Well, after I got back that day, Lancelot showed up, asking about you. I got carried away and spilled the beans.”
Janice raised a hand to her forehead in disbelief, then suddenly stood, as if a realization had just hit her.
“Wait, what’s going on?” Nolan asked, his concern growing.
“If I’m right, that guy probably…”
“Hey, RAIN! I finally get to meet you in person!” A tall, cheerful man appeared out of nowhere, dressed in a sharp black suit that fit him like a glove, his hair styled to perfection. His face was nothing short of stunning, with a refined yet gentle bone structure. His bright blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, drawing the gaze of everyone in the room.
But Janice, standing in the midst of such charm, couldn’t help but frown, a look of frustration creeping across her face. She shot a sharp look at Nolan, who, like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, was too stunned to speak. He quickly took a sip of his wine, trying to swallow his unease along with it. It dawned on him that he’d made a mess of things.
He hadn’t anticipated that Janice would use this dinner to warn him not to reveal her identity to Lancelot. But Lancelot had approached him the same day he had discovered RAIN’s identity. In his excitement, he’d blurted out that Janice was RAIN without a second thought.
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“RAIN, are you not glad to see me?” Lancelot asked, his brow furrowing, his exquisite face somehow making the sad expression all the more captivating.
“Of course I’m happy,” Janice replied, lowering her hand and flashing a smile. “After all, meeting a prince from the royal family in such a setting is a real honor. Who wouldn’t be thrilled?”
Her eyes narrowed as she shot Nolan another pointed glare.
Nolan, now thoroughly shaken by her two fiery stares, nearly choked on his wine in a panic.
“You two catch up. I’ll just slip away for a moment,” Nolan stammered, eager to escape Janice’s searing gaze. He quickly made a beeline for the restroom, desperate for some space to breathe.
“RAIN, this gift is especially for you.” Lancelot whipped a vibrant bouquet of flowers from behind his back, offering them to Janice with a grand gesture. “Do you like them? I grew these myself, just for you. To ensure they stayed pristine, I even had them transported here on a private jet.”
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