Emotional attraction

"Dear, has your husband returned to our country? "

Jane had just completed a retinal repositioning surgery and came out of the operating room. After disinfecting, she opened her phone just as Emily called.

"I said I invited you out for dinner today but you didn't reply to me. Why didn't your husband let me know when he came back?"

Jane closed the door of the storage cabinet and walked out, "I just got off the operating table. I didn't know he would come back today."

"Ha? "Emily smiled and spoke quickly," This dog man doesn't even report to you when he returns home."

"When did he report it? "said Jane.

Half a year after marriage, Rochester went to New York without consulting with Jane.

He came back once or twice a year, and it's only when someone landed that she found out.

Rochester indeed had a brilliant mind. In just a few years, the Investment Bank he founded created a myth on Wall Street.

At the age of 27, Rochester was listed as one of the top 50 most influential figures in global finance and appeared on the cover of The Banker magazine. She only learned about these things from financial news.

"Wow, your husband's return has already been in the news, and our company's girls have been discussing it for a long time. It still keeping you in the dark."

Emily directly threw a screenshot of the headline news and commented, "Look, aside from his character, your husband's face is really handsome like his father's."

The top wealthy family in L city, the Rochester family, had always been a focus of attention for local financial media. In recent years, the movements of Rochester had become even more prominent, and domestic media knew more about his whereabouts than Jane, his own wife.

The photo was captured at the airport, with the Gulfstream G650 business jet parked in a dedicated parking spot on the apron, and a tall man walking down the escalator.

Rochester's face cannot be described by a single word 'handsome'. He had a three-dimensional appearance, with deep contours of his eyebrows, eyes, and nose, and was handsome and eye-catching in the afternoon sunlight.

A neatly tailored suit wrapped around his wide shoulders and long legs, exuding an innate sense of nobility in every move he made.

The assistant followed behind him in the second half, reporting something sideways, while the accompanying secretary pushed the suitcase behind him with a serious expression.

On the other hand, Rochester's posture was lazy, perhaps due to fatigue from the long flight, and the profile in the photo showed a hint of disinterest.

Jane looked at the photo.

Had Rochester returned?

She actually found out later than Emily.

"Then you definitely won't come out to have dinner with me today."Emily chuckled and muttered," I just gave you a bonus and wanted to treat you to dinner."

Jane said, "Don't worry, treating guests won't be without you. Let's schedule another day."

Hanging up the phone, Jane realized that it was already dark outside.

She was busy all day and didn't even have a meal here. She was so hungry that she pressed her chest against her back and hurriedly took a taxi back to her wedding villa located in S Bay. The doctor's job was busy, and Jane usually finished work late. In addition, she had a nanny at home, so she rarely cooked and really didn't have much talent in cooking. The timing of Rochester's return was too unfortunate. The nanny was just fired by her not long ago, and it would be very inappropriate for him to come back without even a meal.

Jane opened fire and made a few dishes according to the recipe online, tossing and turning for almost two hours. When the food was served, she checked the time and found that Rochester had not returned yet.

Sitting at the dining table and waiting for almost an hour, she called Rochester but couldn't get through. He also didn't reply to messages.

She was so hungry that her stomach didn't feel anything.

At ten o'clock, Rochester still hadn't returned home.

Jane hesitated whether to put away the cooled food or not, and when she was idle browsing her social media, she came across a post by Jack.

Two words in the accompanying text: [give a reception in honour of a guest from afar]

Jane clicked on the photo and saw what kind of clubhouse the background looked like, with a luxurious environment and friends like Rochester.

Rochester was also inside.

He took off his suit jacket, unbuttoned two expensive shirt buttons, and had a slightly open neckline, adding a touch of laziness and looseness.

The angle of the photo was taken from the side of Rochester, where his long and overlapping legs can be seen, and his hands resting on the armrest were slender and beautiful, loosely holding a cigarette.

A woman wearing a tight short skirt stood next to him, her eyes full of affection.

Rochester's posture looked relaxed, with his lips lightly curled.

Jane closed her social circle, started eating the already cold food. After finishing, she cleaned up the kitchen and went back to her room to take a shower and rest. 

In a private club room.

Because it was to welcome Rochester, everyone was very happy. Jack personally poured a glass of wine for Rochester and said, "Brother, celebrate your return!" It was a bottle of Hennessy's Centennial Jubilee, a top-level cognac brandy, or a century limited edition that was not circulating on the market.

The old master of the S family had cherished it for many years and was unwilling to drink it. It was stolen by this great filial grandson to welcome his good brother.

"Are you going back this time?"

Rochester lazily leaned against the sofa and said, "Do you want me to leave?"

"That's not possible. I look forward to you coming back every day."

The brother next to him smiled and said, "Don't you know how infatuated Jack is with you? He misses you more every day than your wife."

Jack kicked over and said, 'Shut your mouth!'

Rochester held a carved glass in one hand and patted Jack's brain spoon, saying, "What do you want me to do? Itchy butt?"

"It's so itchy, my grandfather beats me up every day, "said Jack." You don't know, I am dying of boredom without you."

"By the way, where's my sister-in-law? Didn't she come today? "Asked the person next to him.

Jack said, "Why did we invite her over to drink? It's so disappointing."

Everyone knew the relationship between Rochester and Jane, and everyone knew that he had no feelings for Jane. Being married was like not being married, and they had never treated Jane as Mrs. Rochester or taken it seriously.

The woman sitting next to Rochester recognized the message and asked him, " Young Master, are you married?"

Rochester raised his eyebrows, lifted his hand with a cigarette in between, and took a puff of his cigarette with a smirk: "Is my wedding ring not bright enough?"

The woman finally saw the wedding ring on his ring finger.

The gesture of raising his hand slightly opened up Rochester's collar, allowing light to sneak in and reveal half of his collarbone, while the other half was hidden in the shadow under the collar. Laziness and desire.

The woman blushed slightly and was full of curiosity, wondering what kind of woman had this kind of fortune to be his wife.

"What kind of person is your wife?"

Rochester leaned leisurely on the sofa and said, "My wife?"

There was a shallow smile hidden in his brown pupils, giving the impression of deep affection: 'Not as beautiful as you.'

Any woman who was looked at by such eyes and praised for being beautiful cannot fail to be moved. A woman's heart thumped like a deer.

"Come on, don't listen to him coax you. You can't find a more beautiful woman than his wife in the entire L City."

The pink bubble was mercilessly punctured by someone, and she looked at Rochester.

He lazily bit his cigarette, his lips curved loosely, and he smiled without denying it.

A woman's heart risen and fallen, it turned out to be coaxing her.

Rochester was probably tired, and he was too lazy to do anything about it. He also had no interest in smoking, so he casually drowned himself in a glass and stood up with his coat in hand.

Jack, who was pouring wine for him again, was taken aback and asked, "Are you leaving so early?"

Rochester looked lethargic and said, "I'm tired. You guys play."

Jane had a habit since childhood of keeping a light on when sleeping, but she was awakened by the sound of someone opening the door and entering.

In the dim light of the bedroom floor lamp, the tall figure of the man stood with his back to her in front of the dressing room mirror.

There was a faint smell of alcohol floating in the air, and Jane sat by the bedside for a moment before waking up.

The last time they met was almost half a year ago, and looking at his back made her feel unfamiliar.

"Why didn't you let me know before you came back?"

Rochester glanced back at her.

Jane sat on the bed with sleepy eyes, her nightgown sleeping loosely, and her thin shoulder strapped almost falling off her shoulders.

Her skin was very fair, naturally fair. When she was in military training at school and exposed to the sun for a week, she would only turn a little red at most, and she could recover in a few days.

The misty purple nightgown accentuated her like a fragile piece of porcelain white jade, with delicate and thin collarbones, and a translucent jade safety lock attached to her fair neck. Rochester unbuttoned with one hand and said, "What, are you hiding at home?"

Jane wanted to ask why he didn't tell her when he choked on one sentence and couldn't turn his mind around.

Rochester didn't seem to care about her answer and took his pajamas into the bathroom to take a shower.

Jane sat on the bed for a while, listening to the sound of water in the bathroom, and slowly woke up.