Sweet Twins novel Chapter 49

Clenching her fists, Doris kept silent.

But just then, Jay shouted, "Doris! Where are you?"

"Doris is here? You two seem to be very familiar with each other," Charles said, shooting Jay a curious look.

"Mr. Fang, you're somewhat of a celebrity in this city. On the other hand, Doris is just an ordinary, straightforward woman. If you're looking for women to play with, you should look elsewhere." Nancy spoke with a smile, but her eyes were filled with warning.

Jay flicked his hair. "I know I have a bad reputation, Nancy. But you can't trust all the rumors. It's true that I like to play, but this time, I'm being serious."

Realizing that his words were a little glib, Jay patted his face and added, "I mean, I don't want to play with Doris."

"So you mean you want to marry her?" Nancy asked incredulously.

Doris had never been in love before. However, a famous playboy like Jay could surely be charming enough to win her over.

If Doris ended up falling in love with him, she would get hurt.

Upon hearing Nancy's question, Jay laughed. "Marry her?" It was his turn to sound incredulous. Although Jay thought that Doris was different from other women, he had no intention of falling in love with her or marrying her.

"Ah. I apologize, Mr. Fang. But since you're not sincere about Doris, I'll have to take her away," Nancy said coldly.

"No way!" Feeling his crotch hurt again, Jay stretched his legs.

"Mr. Fang, don't you think you're going too far? What did Doris do to you? Why can't you let her go?" Nancy was outraged at Jay's inexplicable behavior. Was this how all playboys behaved? She couldn't stand them!

"It's not like that. Sister-in-law⁠—" Jay began, but he was immediately cut off by Nancy.

"Don't call me sister-in-law. Do you hear me?"

"Okay, I won't."

He turned to Charles for support, but Charles looked a little angry as well.

He was too embarrassed to explain the situation to the two of them, but right now, it seemed like he didn't have any other choice. He was caught in a dilemma.

Finally, he said slowly, "The thing is, Doris is my personal doctor. I can't live without her now. That's the truth. Don't get me wrong." Nancy silently observed the way Jay was twisting his legs in discomfort.

Since Doris was a doctor in the andrology department, she could immediately guess what was going on.

That was to say, something must be wrong with Jay's genitals. After all, this man was a playboy. He was probably infected with some STD.

"What's wrong with you?" Nancy asked scornfully.

"It's not like you think!" Jay explained hurriedly. "It's not a disease. It's just a minor injury." Although he slept with a lot of women, he made sure to use protection.

Upon hearing their words, Charles finally realized what was going on. "Did Doris hurt you?" he asked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement.

"At least you understand me. Well, that girl..." Jay began to explain, but he felt another burst of pain shoot through his crotch. "It hurts so much!" he cried.

"Well... Whatever it is, you two are a man and a woman. Even if you're injured, it's not appropriate for Doris to stay here all day and take care of you," Nancy insisted. To her, her best friend's well-being was much more important!

"Love will grow as time goes by. Maybe they will slowly fall in love with each other!" Charles said, half-joking.

"That's impossible!" Jay retorted.

Just then, Nancy smelled something strange in the air. "Hey, what's that smell? Is something burning?"

"What could be burning?" Charles asked, perplexed. He could also smell the faint whiff of smoke.

"Damn it. Doris must have let something overcook," Jay said, shaking his head. Then, he shouted, "Doris! Doris!"

However, there was no response from her.

"You two, go see what's happening! Don't let my kitchen explode!" Jay told Charles and Nancy worriedly. In his state, he could barely get out of bed, let alone walk downstairs to the kitchen.

As soon as Charles and Nancy went downstairs,

they ran into the kitchen and saw black smoke coming out of the pot on the stove.

"Doris! Where are you?" Charles shouted angrily,

but there was still no response.

Nancy had never had to deal with such a problem before, so she couldn't help but panic. "What should we do, Charles?" she asked, coughing.

Charles had already turned off the heat, but the area around the stove was still shrouded in thick black smoke.

Every few seconds, there was a loud crackling sound coming from the pot.

Thinking quickly, Charles put on the pair of oven mitts, grabbed the iron pot, and ran to the washroom with it.

Following right behind him, Nancy shouted, "Charles, it's very hot! What are you doing?"

Without replying, Charles threw the iron pot to the floor and poured a bucket of water over it.

With a loud hissing noise, the smoke from the iron pot slowly dissipated.

"Your hands! Are they hurt?" Nancy asked, her voice brimming with concern.

"As long as I have you to worry about me, everything will be fine," Charles said sappily.

"You can still joke around at a time like this?" Nancy asked disapprovingly. Then, she grumbled, "Take off the oven mitts. Let me have a look."

"It should be fine. They're made to withstand heat, after all," Charles said calmly.

However, when he took them off, Nancy almost broke down into tears. The forefingers of both his hands were filled with blisters. "Does it hurt?" she asked in a trembling voice.

"Hey, it's not a big deal. I'm a man," Charles reassured her with a smile. Then, he lifted his hand and gently rubbed her hair.

A wave of happiness rushed into his heart after seeing how much Nancy cared about him.

But Nancy was still focused on his blisters.

With tears in her eyes, she leaned close and gently blew on his fingers.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt anymore. Really," Charles said gently, trying to comfort her.

At this moment, Nancy suddenly remembered the reason Charles had gotten hurt in the first place. "Doris, where the hell are you?" she yelled furiously.

For some reason, there seemed to be no trace of her in the house!

Nancy rushed out of the washroom and walked around the house calling her name. "Doris! Doris..."

There was still no reply.

But since Jay had claimed that Doris was here, where else could she be?

Nancy checked the main door and found that it was locked from the inside, so Doris couldn't have left the house. Maybe she had hidden somewhere.

In a fit of anger, Nancy frantically began to search all the rooms in the villa one by one.

When she walked into the last guest room on the first floor, she was so angry that she let out a loud groan.

At the edge of the bed was a pair of feet sticking out of the quilt. Was Doris...asleep?

Since her time at the university, Doris had always had the bad habit of falling asleep easily as long as she had a bed to lie down on.

Nancy had never been able to tell whether it was a virtue or a vice, but now, she was inclined to pick the latter.

"Doris!" she shouted, walking to the bed and lifting the quilt.

Doris was lying fast asleep, looking peacefully unaware of everything that had happened.

"You piggy! Wake up, wake up!" Nancy said, twisting her ear.

Eventually feeling a sharp pain in her ear, Doris woke up.

However, the first thing she said when she opened her eyes almost made Nancy faint with anger.

"Jay, have Nancy and Charles left?" Doris asked, rubbing her eyes in a daze.

"Yes, they have. When are you going to hide, Doris?" Nancy asked in a low voice, trying to imitate the way Jay spoke.