Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 69 A Woman Who Cherishes Her Life

With Jay's help on Flora's whereabouts, Charles was able to keep track of her through his phone.

The wind was billowing, and it was raining cats and dogs, but Flora was still driving to somewhere.

"Where the hell is she going?" Nancy asked as she intently stared at the phone.

"Flora had it rough all these years. I'm afraid that she..."

Charles began speaking but later hesitated to continue when he noticed the change of expression on Nancy's face.

Although the latter was not a licensed psychiatrist and was only versed in general medical terms, she was still familiar with what was going on in Flora's head.

If a person spent a lot of his time in an abusive environment, around with toxic people, he or she would likely be depressed too.

"Is she is driving for no particular reason right now?" Nancy wondered in a trembling voice. The very fact that Flora was not in her right mind right now frightened her even more.

"Yes. She left the Yan family but didn't return to the Feng family. She probably just wanted to escape. As for where and what she is going to do, she's probably not aware of herself," Charles analyzed critically as his eyes remained glued on the road.

"What?! Is she...going to commit suicide?" Even Nancy was horrified with her own words. It was a possibility, and they couldn't just rule it out.

On the other hand, Charles kept silent. He was not bothered by that woman at all but only wanted to track her down to save Nadia.

In fact, he already had a hunch that Flora was likely to commit suicide, but he knew he couldn't tell Nancy.

And now that cats out of the bag, Nancy felt a lump on her throat, almost choking her at the mere thought of someone ending her own life.

She was scared, yes, and her glimmering hope was fading exponentially.

As they got closer and closer to where Flora was, the road became muddier and muddier. Later, Charles found himself unable to move the car as a mountain appeared before them.

"The car can't move forward anymore!" As the wiper provided a view of the outside, he saw trees scattered, blocking the road.

There was no one outside who could help them pave the way for the car.

"What should we do?" Nancy cried in despair, her hope was now hanging on a thread.

"We can only continue to look for her once the rain stops," said Charles with a heavy sigh.

Because Nancy understood the situation and she didn't want to jeopardize both of them, all she could do was nod in agreement.

She knew that Charles had tried his best, and it was now getting late. If they continued to move forward, they might be in danger amidst this storm.

"Jay, tell me where Flora is now!" Charles demanded after making a phone call to Jay.

"She is..." Jay began to answer, but before he could even finish his words, the line ended.

And when Charles tried calling again, no one answered.

"Damn it!" he cursed in a low voice, almost throwing his phone on the dashboard.

The typhoon was making it difficult to connect, and the signal was obviously lost.

Both he and Jay were clearly aware of what Flora intended to do. And now that they couldn't get hold of her, the two were becoming even more conscious. "Hello, Charles, hello..." Jay called him twice, but just like what Charles experienced, the line broke too.

"Damn it!" he also cursed, rubbing his temple in frustration.

As he gazed at the darkness through his window, Jay felt even more desperate.

More than this, he had always been particularly afraid of being left alone.

So he often went out to play with women just to get rid of his loneliness.

Such weather definitely had an immense impact on him and his manhood. It was the perfect time to go drinking, singing, and chatting with a woman.

And true enough, Jay clicked on the WeChat application to find himself a muse for the night. But when he saw the portraits of the flirtatious women, he suddenly lost interest.

It was odd. He had always been perfectly fine meeting any gorgeous woman, but right now, he felt dour by looking at their photographs.

Heaving a deep sigh, he clicked on Doris' portrait, where she stood by a river, holding a massive black fish while laughing.

Slowly, Jay found his index finger brushing against the screen as if he was touching her face. "I wonder what she's doing right now in this weather?"1 he muttered to himself.

It had just been a day since he last saw her, but why did it feel like it had been a long time already?

Rubbing his chin. Jay laughed at himself and his silliness. He should make an excuse to call this woman.

She was rather interesting, a peculiar one from the bunch.

There was this unfamiliar feeling inside him whenever he was with her. Frankly, he was not sure if it was happiness or satisfaction, but it was a good kind of feeling.

If he had known it earlier, he wouldn't have said something harsh last night.

With another heavy sigh, Jay recalled what happened last night when he drove her home.

Evidently tired, Doris couldn't help but yawn.

Jay glanced at her and said with disdain, "Doris, you trampled on my foot tonight, and it hurts! What do you think you should do?"

"I didn't mean it! Besides, it was you who forced me to dance with you. How could you blame me?"

"I'm just saying. My foot hurts. If I fail to step on the brake and have a car accident, we will die!" Jay continued his banter with no intention of losing to her.

"Bite your tongue. I don't care if you die or not! But I care about me! I haven't lived long enough!" The fury was highly apparent on Doris' face as she spat those words.

Her life might not be as glamorous as this man's was, but she cherished her own.

And she utterly hated it whenever hers was threatened by some man.

"Well, in case you didn't know, I also haven't lived long enough. Maybe you can play with me sometime when you're free?"

No woman had ever turned him down before.

With his money and influence, he could give a girl whatever he wanted.

"Are you kidding me? I tell you what, I despise men like you! You do all kinds of evil things only because you are rich. Why do you like to play women? You don't respect women!"

"Stop it! I don't play with any woman. I just like to have fun! Do you understand?" No matter how much he wanted, he couldn't just make sense. There was something about Doris that made him lose his rationality.

"Playing with women and playing women are two completely different concepts.

Okay?" Doris said disdainfully, glaring at him with her sharp eyes.

"Gee, you'll never understand! Talking to you is like playing music to a bull!" High with emotions and frustrations, Jay's words were like daggers that pierced through Doris' heart.

"You're the bull! Your whole family is the bull!" she yelled, throwing something at him in hopes of easing her anger.

Much to Jay's misfortune, it hit him right on his head.

"Damn you, Doris! I'm just joking. Are you trying to kill me?" Then, he touched his head and found that the back part was starting to swell. As he lowered his gaze, he discovered the cup that Doris just threw at him.

However, instead of apologizing to him, she said boldly, "You deserve it!"

Surprised at her behaviors, Jay almost choked on his seat. "Are you even a woman, Doris? Because you don't act like one."

"Jay, if you're asking me that, there's certainly something wrong with your eyes. How can you now see me as a woman?" Her response almost left him utterly speechless for a moment.

But after a while, Jay snorted and laughed, "You are a woman? You weren't even flustered the moment you saw my manhood."

"I..." she began to speak, but nervousness had caged the words in her mouth. 'Damn it!' she cursed inwardly. Tm a doctor. I have seen tons of male organs in the hospital, and trust me, yours was no different." That was a lie. After all, when she was in the hospital, there were many doctors with her. But when she saw Jay's, it was only herself!

She was still a bit embarrassed. Tm aware that I might be blushing right now, but dear god, don't let this arrogant man see it,' she hoped internally.

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