Fortunate to Have You This Lifetime-Chapter 975 What to Do_1

Jane McCain stared at the man at the door, her gaze falling on the rose in his hand, all her words caught in her throat, unable to come out.

Her blood slowly froze, as if falling into an icy cave, so cold that she shivered.

She couldn’t speak.

Once she did, showing a flaw, he would immediately kill her!

"What’s up? So happy you’re stunned?" the man smiled as he came over, placed the bouquet aside, wrapped his arms around her waist, and gently kissed her forehead.

Jane’s body was stiff.

Then, Purple Summers asked on the other end of the phone, "Jane, what’s going on? Have you gotten home yet?"

"Um..." Jane’s voice was slow, like her heart, frozen stiff and beating incredibly slowly, "About those special products from Kingsley you mentioned, remember to write the new address when you send them over, 53 East City Street, Building 1, Room 121. Make sure not to send it to the wrong place."

She didn’t dare say more, afraid that Purple Summers might say something wrong and give them away, so she immediately hung up the call.

But after hanging up, a huge sense of despair rose in her heart!

She had lost the chance to seek help from the outside world!

"Janie, you feel so cold." The man pressed his cheek to hers and said tenderly, "Let’s go inside, and you can put on something warmer."

Jane squeezed out a smile with great effort and stiffly turned to go back to her room.

The man took the phone from her hand and said, "It’s almost out of charge. I’ll take it and charge it for you."

Jane wanted to snatch her phone back, but meeting the man’s indisputable gaze, her heart shrank, and she lost all courage.

She dared not show the slightest hint of suspicion... Not even a little... If he noticed her suspicion, she would die! She would definitely die!

Jane walked step by step back into her room, her entire being wooden. Her brain felt as if it had been filled with cement that had hardened and stiffened, unable to think.

It wasn’t until she saw the scattered documents and clippings on the floor that a wave of bone-chilling cold hit her and suddenly woke her up!

Jane immediately picked up the things off the floor and stuffed them into her water buffalo leather tote, placing the bag back in its original spot!

She had just closed the cabinet door when the man happened to walk into the room. Seeing her still in a thin sleeveless T-shirt, he smiled faintly, "Why haven’t you dressed yet? Although it’s summer, the air conditioning isn’t set low. The shift from hot to cold makes it easy to catch a cold."

"I’m looking for..." Jane was fearful inside, frantically trying to find an excuse, "I’m looking for that cardigan..."

She tried to act natural, pulling up a trace of a smile on her lips, and asked him, "Have you seen my clothes? The light green one?"

"Isn’t it right here?" He picked up the clothes hanging on a coat stand by the door, walked over, draped it over Jane, and affectionately tousled her hair. "You’re so big and still so forgetful. Come on, let’s go eat."

The man left the room.

Jane stood dumbfounded in the room, her brain at a standstill.

She wondered: Should she lock the door to prevent him from coming in?

The idea was ridiculous, this was their new house together, and there were spare keys to every room in the living area!

Locking the door would not stop him!

So what should she do?

Run out directly to escape? She would likely be caught by him in the stairwell or elevator, and going down the stairs was even more impractical. freeωebnovēl.c૦m

Shout for help? The room was soundproofed, and it was working hours, the neighbors might not be at home.

Escape through the window?... This was the twelfth floor...

Even if she got her phone and called the police, how would she protect herself before they arrived?

Jane suddenly regretted!

——If only she could be like Purple Summers, keeping a gun in her bag, how wonderful that would be!

What to do? What to do? What to do?!

She had just turned twenty, she didn’t want to die yet!

Jane’s heart was in turmoil, she pondered urgently, and then her gaze fell on the family’s medicine cabinet.

Was there any medicine... that could save her?

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