I Want To Move In Next Door
Chapter 242: Intimate Little Cotton-Padded Jacket (2)_1

Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Intimate Little Cotton-Padded Jacket (2)_1

When she woke up, she felt a slight thirst and got up to pour herself a glass of water in the dining room.

After drinking the water, as she was preparing to go back upstairs to her bedroom, she noticed a flash of light outside her door.

Xia Wan’an turned her head subconsciously, and through the window, she peeked outside, discerning car headlights through the torrential rain.

Xia Wan’an assumed it was a neighbor. Not thinking much of it, she was about to withdraw her gaze when she saw the car come to a stop right in front of her villa.

Huh?

Who would come visiting in the middle of the night in such heavy rain?

No, none of those she knew were aware of her rift with Han Jingnian. They all assumed she was still residing in that ultra-luxurious mansion of his!

Could it be that the car had broken down?

While Xia Wan’an was lost in her conjectures, the rear door of the car opened, and a familiar, tall figure emerged.

Despite the distance and the heavy rain, Xia Wan’an recognized at once - it was Han Jingnian.

What was he doing here in the middle of the night?

Thinking it to be an illusion, Xia Wan’an stared incredulously at the man in the rain for a while, before scampering towards the door in her slippers, and opening the door.

Confronting the rain swept air, she saw clearly, Han Jingnian had taken a taxi.

Xia Wan’an was taken aback. The mighty boss of the Han Family Corporation, the pampered son of the household, who had so many luxury cars at his disposal and drivers to drive them, had actually taken a taxi?

Soon, the taxi drove off, and Han Jingnian turned and staggered towards the villa entrance.

His stride was unsteady, and he was tottering. While trying to climb the steps, he stumbled a few times and nearly ended up tripping over himself and falling flat on his face.

Looking at Han Jingnian in this condition, Xia Wan’an came back to her senses. Ignoring the downpour, she hurried to his side and helped him up.

Xia Wan’an was only wearing a thin nightgown. Although she had walked only a few meters in the rain, she was completely drenched.

When she had exerted herself to help Han Jingnian into her house, both were saturated, dripping wet as if they had just been fished out of water.

The blast from the central air conditioning system at the entrance hit Xia Wan’an, causing her to shiver uncontrollably. Only then did she belatedly realize that she had impulsively invited this man into her house after seeing him about to tumble...

Uncertain whether she was more exasperated with herself or the man next to her, she shot him a scathing look, wrung out her soaked nightgown as though to vent her anger, kicked off her drenched slippers, and returned to her bedroom barefoot.

After taking a hot bath, Xia Wan’an dressed in a clean nightgown. As she toweled her hair dry, she thought of the man she had left in the entryway.

She paused for two seconds, and then clenched her teeth secretly, forcing herself to pretend he was not there, and started blow-drying her hair.

She left her hair half-dry, put the hairdryer aside, fetched two dry towels from the rack nearby. Cursing her lack of willpower, she ran downstairs.

Han Jingnian was leaning his head against the wall of the entryway, eyes closed, utterly motionless.

Water was still dripping from his suit. His face was deathly pale. The warm yellow light in the entryway blurred his breathtaking, refined features, suffusing him with an illusory sense of frailty, making him irresistibly inviting, sparking the desire to possess him...

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