Chapter 610 - 607: What Kind of Thing Are You?

Chapter 610: Chapter 607: What Kind of Thing Are You?

"Ah, seeing that look on your face reminds me of when we were together. You really knew your way around the bedroom back then, with all those tricks you used to please me."

As Adam Warren spoke, he rubbed her hand with his large, coarse ones.

Jean Jarvis felt a wave of disgust. She instinctively wanted to shake his hand off, but after a moment’s thought, she resisted the urge. ’He’s about to leave Novaria,’ she thought. ’All I need to do is keep him calm and coax him into leaving. There’s no point in provoking him now.’

So, she turned her hand to grasp his, a timely blush of coyness appearing on her face. "Adam, listen to you... Was I really that impressive? I seem to remember you being the one with all the stamina in bed."

Her words immediately aroused him. He suddenly leaned forward, practically salivating as he said, "What do you say, Jean? There’s a hotel just up ahead. We could..."

Just as Jean Jarvis was about to gently turn him down, she suddenly heard a sharp cry. "What do you think you’re doing? Let go of my mom!"

Jean Jarvis looked up to see Chloe Grant storming toward them. She flinched, yanked her hand away from Adam Warren’s, and stood up, stammering as she looked at her daughter, "Chloe, you... what are you doing here?"

But Chloe Grant’s eyes blazed with anger as she stared at her mother. "What am I doing here? Did I come at a bad time? Am I interrupting something? Mom, how could you cheat on Dad with a man like *this*...?"

She pointed at Adam Warren as she spoke, then turned to glare at him. ’A man like that... you can tell just by looking at him that he’s a disgusting sleazebag. How could her own mother be so intimate with him?’

Annoyed that his fun had been spoiled, Adam Warren was about to lash out. But when he saw Chloe Grant’s face, his anger instantly vanished, replaced by an even friendlier smile.

"Well, well, Jean. Is this your daughter? Like mother, like daughter, I see. Just look at her, so young and beautiful."

As he spoke, he reached out, intending to pinch Chloe Grant’s chin.

But Chloe Grant slapped his hand away, saying angrily, "Who the hell do you think you are? You’re not worthy of judging my mother or me. A man like you even speaking to me is disgusting!"

With that, she raised her hand, intending to slap Adam Warren across the face.

But Jean Jarvis grabbed her in time, pulling her to her side and away from Adam Warren.

"Chloe, you... you’ve misunderstood. This is an old friend of your mother’s. I was running some errands when I happened to run into him, so we sat down to catch up."

"Really? I followed you the whole way here. This wasn’t some chance encounter, was it? It was clearly a planned meeting. And besides, do ’old friends’ need to sit that close and hold hands so tightly?" Chloe clearly didn’t believe a word of it.

"Chloe!" Exposed by her daughter, Jean Jarvis was deeply embarrassed and grew angry. "You... you silly girl, what nonsense are you talking?"

Adam Warren, however, was staring intently at Chloe Grant, his eyes filled with an unconcealable mix of awe and lust.

"Hey now, Jean, don’t be mad at Chloe. The girl just misunderstood, you can explain it to her. Come on, Chloe, have a seat." As he spoke, he reached out to pull her into a chair.

Chloe raised her hand again and, before either of them could react, SLAP! She landed a resounding slap across Adam Warren’s face.

"Who gave you permission to say my name? You shameless pig, get lost!"

Seeing her daughter land such a vicious slap on Adam Warren, Jean Jarvis’s heart leaped into her throat. She rushed forward and grabbed Chloe Grant again, her voice stern. "Chloe, what are you doing? Go outside, now!"