Sweet Twins novel Chapter 71

"Jay...is that right?" his mother, Jennie Tan, asked with a hint of surprise. It was no secret to her that Jay was a womanizer, playing and breaking women's hearts as though they were nothing but toys. But even with that Casanova demeanor, he had never brought a woman home or lest introduced one to her. And that was why, as a mother, she was able to tolerate that kind of behavior. However, now that he was secretive as though he was some kind of criminal, Jennie Tan needed to know why.

Hearing it from Jay's sister, Sarah, was enough to tickle Jennie Tan's curiosity towards Jay's recent involvements.

"Jay," she repeated with a pair of skeptic eyes. With a heavy sigh, she uttered in a cautious tone, "Is that true? What your sister said... are you really––" "Really, mom? Don't listen to Sarah and her nonsense!" And with that, Jay didn't think twice to rush outside, exposing himself to the raging rain while Jennie and Sarah could only watch him silently. Darkness gradually embraced his figure as he walked away until he was finally out of sight.

Sarah put her hand on her mother's left shoulder while resting her chin on the softness of the right one. Shaking her head gently, she heaved an audible and childish sigh. "Let him be, mom. He'll be fine. I guess... he's just really in love." A chuckle escaped her lips as she spat those words. "Can you believe that? My brother... in love? Ha!"

As Jennie Tan heard her last words, she playfully messed the latter's hair. "Now Sarah, mind your own business," she scolded her but in a manner that suggested motherly affections. "You're not a young girl anymore. You should learn not to concern yourself with other people's affairs, especially your brother's."

"I'm still young! And if it were up to me, I wouldn't even get married! I'd rather stay with you and Dad!" Sarah pouted playfully, but she felt her cheeks flushed.

Unbeknownst to Jennie Tan, her daughter already had someone special in her heart.

And although she was in love, it was, unfortunately, unrequited. She felt it was not yet the right time to talk about it.

One of her seniors was lucky to capture her heart, considering how picky she was with boys.

While Sarah fought the urge to talk about her secret, a catastrophe welcomed Jay's sight when he arrived at the apartment.

The books, probably knocked off from the shelves by the blowing wind, were floating like rafts on the murky rainwater. Even the shoes suffered the same fate, too, although they were more likely to be salvageable. And the clothes were drifting around like they were celebrating to be put in a big dirty laundry machine. Everything was just in chaos!

And to top this disaster, Jay immediately found Doris in the corner, trembling and seemingly in slight fear. Obviously, the situation was graver than he had imagined.

Hurriedly, he strode towards her with a face as grim as the sky outside. Amid the tapping of the rain, he managed to let out, "This is serious, Doris! Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"

She couldn't meet his eyes, embarrassed at her current situation. "For what? It's no use telling you." Doris' voice was utterly devoid of emotions, even her face too.

A spark of irritation rose in his chest as he heard her remark. "You..." Just as he was about to retort, he noticed her skin getting paler than usual while her lips trembled. Suddenly he found himself unable to lash out any harsh word. Instead, he stood quite still, eyeing Doris for few minutes with his lips pressed into a thin line. And then he fished out his phone, dialed a number and ordered Hanson, his bodyguard, to bring some people, tools and glasses.

After that, he gently offered Doris the crook of his arm to assist her on the couch.

The touch of her palm was winter cold against the warmth of Jay's skin.

"Alas!" Jay, who never knew what melancholy was, sighed wistfully. Although Doris was a usually carefree person, she appeared too weak and frail now––something that Jay found bothersome. He was not used to seeing her ripped of such high energy.

"If I hear you sigh again, I will make you leave," Doris threatened, obviously hating the fact that she was exposing her vulnerability. But Jay found it hard to take her seriously when she sounded so fragile and cold.

Despite this, Doris still set her guard up, which might not be a good thing. Sometimes, it was advisable for a woman to show her weakness to a man who, in turn, would be aroused by his desire to protect her.

"How dare you!" He knew that she was only acting spiteful as a facade. So instead, he ignored Doris' grumbles and threats, got a towel from the top of a drawer, and ordered her to dry herself.

It wasn't long until Hanson arrived with the tools and people needed to fix the house.

As soon as he stepped inside the apartment, Hanson immediately searched for his boss, finding him squatting beside a crazy-looking woman.

He had never seen Jay in such a seemingly gentle position with a woman before.

"Hanson?" Jay noticed him stiffened as if the latter had caught him doing something wrong. "Why are you looking at me like that? Don't just stand there! Hurry and fix the windows!" Jay commanded while a rush of hot blood tinted his cheeks.

"Okay, sir." Hanson grinned only to forcefully close his mouth again as he was afraid that a burst of laughter will come out from it.

Meanwhile, Doris, who was quiet the whole time they were waiting, sniffed, and managed to let out a small, "Thank you."

"See? That wasn't so hard to say, wasn't it? That's what a woman should be like," replied Jay. He couldn't help the small curve of a smile forming on his lips.

"I just don't want to be ungrateful. You help me, and it's only fitting that I thank you for that. But that's just it, don't overthink."

"What?" he asked, evidently taken aback. Jay found nothing wrong with what he said, so he was befuddled with Doris' response.

"I'm not like those women around you...you can't flirt with me," she defended herself, keeping an indifferent face.

"What?" Jay blinked back as her words were slowly sinking in. When he finally made sense of what she meant, a sneer played on his lips. "Doris, come on! It's not what I meant! I'll fix your home for you. After that, I'll leave at once! Nothing more, nothing less!"

Although they fought the last time they were together, Jay saw this as a chance to mend whatever they had. Perhaps they were destined to continue what they began.

When not together, they longed for each other's presence. Yet, when they were within at arm's length, they couldn't help but argue even with the most mundane and petty things.

"Just leave! I couldn't stand you being here!" Doris spat impatiently.