Does her heart ache?（1）
Alice Garcia was wearing a short skirt, the hem of which had rolled up to her waist. Her white legs were wrapped around John, and one of her hands had slipped beneath his shirt.
John had his arm around her waist and was pressing his forehead, appearing both content and uncomfortable.
There was a faint scent of alcohol in the room, clearly indicating that they had both been drinking.
Jane stood by the side, feeling indescribable emotions.
After some serious consideration, she calmly took out her phone and aimed it at the two on the bed.
Standing too far away, the picture was not very clear. She tiptoed a few steps forward, almost putting the phone in their faces when John suddenly sat up, alertly swiping away her phone.
"Hiss—" Jane still had a bandage wrapped around her hand and it hurt when he hit it hard, causing her to inhale sharply.
She quickly squatted down to pick up the phone, and when she stood up, she suddenly met John's eyes. His gaze was deep and slightly dazed, clearly very drunk.
Jane was scared and didn't dare to move, afraid that he would sober up.
When he was awake, he was a dragon!
It was better for him to be drunk.
This way, she could capture his intimate performance with Alice Garcia and post it online, just like he had destroyed her reputation, she would destroy his dominant and chaste image as a CEO.
"Didn't I say I never want to see you again? What, do you want to share a man with your sister?"
Just as she was imagining finally having the opportunity to hurt him as well, his distinctive cold voice sounded above her head.
She held her breath and shifted her gaze to Alice Garcia, "My mother asked me to pick up my cousin."
As she spoke, she walked over and pulled Alice Garcia up. Her injured hand couldn't exert any strength, but she managed to drag Alice Garcia up, only for her to stumble and fall into John's arms.
John looked down at Alice Garcia, but didn't say anything.
Jane looked at him.
He was a clean freak, and in the past, he rarely let other women get close to him except for her.
Now, it seemed different. On the first day of their divorce, he couldn't wait to roll around in bed with her cousin.
"Miss Jane, why don't you call your mother and tell her that her niece is with me and ask for her opinion?"
There was a hint of insult in his words.
Jane took a deep breath, furrowed her brows, and called Elizabeth, "Mom, my cousin is with John... "
She didn't elaborate.
Elizabeth was silent for a moment, then sighed heavily, "Then come back, it's up to her."
Jane's heart ached.
Did Alice Garcia have feelings for John?
She looked at Alice Garcia, who had her eyes half-closed and a high smile on her lips, clearly suppressing laughter.
So, she was pretending to be drunk?
Intentionally trying to get into John's bed?
She felt inexplicably uncomfortable and nauseous inside.
One was her ex-husband, and the other was her cousin.
They really knew how to play games.
After hanging up the phone, she turned around and walked away with a cold face.
John sat at the end of the bed, watching Jane leave without hesitation, and a nauseating feeling surged up inside him. He grabbed Alice Garcia and threw her out.
"Ah!" Alice Garcia was caught off guard and fell to the ground, feeling a little confused.
Wasn't the atmosphere just fine a moment ago?
And she was so close to making things happen with John.
He had clearly drunk a lot of white wine and was so drunk he couldn't tell who was who, so why did he suddenly sober up when Jane arrived?
She couldn't help but feel a little regretful that the meat had slipped away from her mouth.
If only she hadn't sent the message to Elizabeth.
She deliberately brought Jane to the Flame Club to let her witness firsthand that John had completely given up on her.
John washed himself three times in the bathroom before coming out, and when he saw that Alice Garcia was still there, his eyebrows furrowed and he said, "Aren't you leaving yet?"
His aura was too cold and intimidating, and Alice Garcia had no choice but to leave reluctantly.