CHAPTER 846: CHAPTER 846: THE AWKWARDNESS OF CALLING THE WRONG NAME

"It’s definitely not just a dime, you’ve thrown millions at her already?"

The tension mixed with a hint of jealousy, spreading infinitely in the living room.

Jasper Sinclair even considered asking: Did Nora Northwood secretly eat gunpowder behind his back?

After taking a deep breath, he said, "Your current state isn’t suitable for communication. Calm down first, we’ll talk later."

Nora Northwood let out a cold laugh and retreated to the bedroom on her own.

In the vast living room, only Jasper Sinclair was left, his back exuding an inexplicable sense of loneliness.

As he left the villa, it felt like a strong wind swept through his throat. Although it was afternoon, his body was filled with cold air, making him almost feel like he was lifting off the ground.

Jasper Sinclair got back into the car and instructed Francis to start driving.

A dozen meters away, Nora Northwood leaned against the window glass, watching Jasper Sinclair get into that black Bentley.

Even though she could barely see the man’s face, she could imagine he must be incredibly handsome, especially with the well-tailored clothes that seemed like he stepped out of a magazine.

Man and car gradually faded from Nora Northwood’s sight, eventually disappearing completely.

The journey on the road left one utterly exhausted.

Nora Northwood’s energy was nearly depleted, she returned to bed, her eyes blankly staring at the white ceiling.

Gradually, her eyelids started to droop.

The afternoon breeze drifted through the screen, gently brushing her ears, and if you looked closely, you could see the fine, light-colored hair on her ears.

...

Nora Northwood was awakened by the sound of the doorbell, which seemed to come from a faraway place.

When she opened her eyes, her head throbbed with a sore and swollen pain, perhaps from sleeping too long.

Not fully awake from her dreams, she instinctively thought it was Vincent Morgan.

When she opened the door, she hadn’t seen the face clearly before blurting out, "Vincent Da..."

She stopped abruptly mid-sentence.

Jasper Sinclair was holding two semi-transparent bags in each hand; it was easy to tell they contained fresh groceries from the supermarket.

When he heard the name coming from Nora Northwood’s mouth, his face instantly turned black.

The atmosphere suddenly became incredibly awkward.

Nora Northwood’s mouth twitched, and her posture involuntarily bent. "Why not... come in first?"

Her reluctant tone made Jasper Sinclair’s already gloomy face turn even darker.

The fine, slightly downcast lashes formed a small fan-shaped shadow under his eyes, his chiseled face tightly tensed, like a glacier slowly gathering, freezing into a bitter chill.

The sun hadn’t set yet, it quietly slipped through the door crack, casting light on the two of them, lengthening the shadows on the ground.

A whole minute passed before Jasper Sinclair, expressionless, pushed open the door and walked in.

By now, Nora Northwood’s mind had mostly cleared, recalling what had happened before she fell asleep.

But mistakenly calling out the wrong name earlier was truly awkward... for a moment, she didn’t know what to say.

While she was fidgeting with her fingers, Jasper Sinclair spoke first, asking, "Where’s the kitchen?"

The floor area wasn’t large, but there were several rooms, making it impractical to search one by one.

Nora Northwood lifted her wrist, her slender fingers paused in mid-air, gesturing in a direction, "It should be over there."