Sweet Twins novel Chapter 70

The longer Jay and Doris stayed in the car together, the more the heat intensified between them.

In fact, Doris was quite frightened to say something back, afraid that Jay would do something to her. After all, they were not entirely familiar with each other's personalities.

"You've seen other men's manhood?" With sour face and furrowed brows, Jay's voice was coated with aggravation.

"Why wouldn't I? I'm a doctor, and I practically do that every day. Don't say that you don't know that!" Doris answered with an impatient tone.

"I..." He tried to say something, but a lump found its way to his throat as his heart sank. He was evidently uncomfortable with Doris's answer. "Why do you have to be a doctor who specializes in that? Can't you work in other departments?" Jay suggested with a grim face.

"What's wrong with that?" Doris was confused as to why he would say such a thing. 'He seems strange today. Why would he care about that?' she thought to herself.

Even her friends wouldn't question her decision on that aspect, lest he was merely someone she knew.

"Yes, I know. You have a special hobby of looking at our manhood. Yes, this must be it, right?! You went into that field so you can see male organs whenever you want!" Although he sounded angry, Doris felt like he was mocking her.

"Yes, I like it, and it's none of your business. And don't try to come clean! You like women's bodies too, right? No wonder why you're always surrounded by them, Mr. Fang!" A smug etched on Doris' face as she retorted.

"Well, aren't your imaginations wild? It seems that you know me better than I do!"

"Humph!" Doris snorted, before continuing, "You are such a bland man."

"Go on with your talks!"

"I never talk nonsense with dogs. They always bite me!"

"Did I bite you?"

"Yeah, you bit me!"

"Sizz..." The two bickered on top of their lungs, with none of them aiming to lose to the other. Their voices filled the car until a sharp brake sound halted their ride by the roadside.

"Are you crazy, Jay?!" Doris yelled. She hadn't gotten over the last car accident yet, and now this man had almost caused on again!

"I am not crazy!" He cast a glance at her with his eyes glimmering and said, "Doris, you said I bit you even if I never actually did. So, come on! Let's settle this matter now, once and for all."

With that, he leaned over and approached her face slowly.

Hearing this and seeing how he moved, Doris was stunned for a while. Her hands tightly held the seatbelt as she anticipated his actions.

But seconds later and after figuring out what he intended, she burst out angrily.

Raising her hand, a slap landed on his handsome face.

"What the?! Why did you hit me?!" Jay roared, caressing his now red cheek.

"That's exactly what I want to do with you, Jay. Look at me! I'm not like any woman you play around with. I don't owe you anything now, and you don't have anything to threaten me. Please don't ever show your face to me again!" After that, she pushed the door open and immediately got out without looking back.

Meanwhile, Jay was left in his car, seemingly in a daze while watching Doris hail a taxi and getting in.

"This woman is so hot!" he uttered with a smirk before roaring the engine to life and driving back home.

Seeing as how she was ill-tempered, he figured there was no way for him to get close to her.

They just weren't compatible, and playing with her would just be sheer torture.

However, it never occurred to him that he would miss such a rude woman so much.

Especially now that the weather was perfect for cuddling, and he was alone in his mansion. So, Jay tightly held on his phone while her picture flashed on the screen.

At this moment, Doris was trying to cover the window with something in her house.

She had just checked the weather forecast and was trying to take precautions during the storm.

Her apartment was pretty old and dilapidated that it couldn't stand the strong wind and heavy rain. Moreover, this typhoon that was at least twice stronger.

So when she got home after work, her room almost flooded, and the glass dregs of her window were scattered on the floor.