C1 She Had Been Reborn and Had Gotten into Trouble

"Phew!"

The moment the cold wind blew past her ears, she felt as if she had lost her balance.

She and Finneas fell from the roof of the twenty-something-story building together. It was time for them to die.

Jovie looked at the man who had fallen down before her. The fear and despair on his face faded away, and the last bit of determination in his heart dissipated.

Finneas wanted to create the result of her falling off the building, but he did not expect the rabbit to bite him when it was anxious. He was brought down by Jovie.

Jovie closed her eyes and thought of that person. Her heart was filled with bitterness.

Keane, I brought Finneas here to pay for your sins on the road to the underworld. You have to wait for me.

She felt dizzy and her mind went blank for a moment. Memories flashed through her mind like a kaleidoscope.

In a moment, the scene in front of her gradually became clear.

At this moment, she was not dead and was standing in front of a man.

He was holding her hand, and she was holding a fruit knife in her hand, facing his chest.

"Come, pierce this way. Kill me, and you'll be free!"

The tip of the knife pierced through her skin, and her white clothes were soaked in a scarlet red.

Her injuries were fine, but looking at her, it was a shocking sight!

In the East Villa of the Loxley Manor in the city of Fernville, a room was carefully decorated according to Jovie's preferences.

Jovie's chin was pinched by someone. She lifted her head abruptly and met a pair of deep eyes that carried a cold smile.

She was stunned. Her complicated emotions intertwined, and a mist rose in her eyes. Her eyes widened in shock as the man's face reflected in her eyes.

It was an extremely charming man. He was handsome and charming, with delicate features, thin lips, and a long nose. There was a bright red mole under his long and narrow eyes, which added to his charm.

"Keane!"

Before she could say anything, her voice trembled as she was kissed on the lips.

"Jovie..."

A hoarse and low voice sounded in her ears, as if it was a whisper. It was so gentle that it was unbelievable.

"Do you... really... want me to die?"

Keane did not wait for Jovie to answer. He held her hand and his eyes revealed a hint of fragility.

However, Jovie was still immersed in the thought of whether he had been reborn. He just thought that the scene in front of him was too familiar, as if it was the incident that happened seven years ago when he was imprisoned by Keane.

The memories in his mind gradually overlapped with the scene in front of him.

Jovie did not have the time to respond to Keane's performance. In Keane's eyes, it was her tacit agreement.

He wanted her to die!

"As long as it's what Jovie wants, come and get it!"

Before Jovie could respond.

Keane's smile was abnormal, and his eyes were filled with malice and indifference.

He grabbed the knife in Jovie's hand and was about to send it in. Jovie was so scared that he was distracted.

"Keane, what are you doing? Are you crazy? I never wanted you to die."

The warm liquid flowed down his fingertips. It felt so real.

Jovie finally realized that she had really been reborn, not dreaming. He was so anxious and distressed.

She was so angry that she had finally come back seven years ago. She had the chance to redeem everything and make up for him, but he actually wanted to dump her again.

However, what responded to Jovie was dead silence.

Under Jovie's worried gaze, Keane slowly closed his eyes and fell asleep on her shoulder.

Jovie was so scared that she burst into tears. She trembled as she stroked the pale yet still bewitching face. She almost shouted at the tightly shut door.

"Callan, call the ambulance! Hurry up and call the ambulance!"

According to her memories from her previous life, Jovie was very hopeful that Callan, Keane's special assistant, would be able to stand guard outside the door and wait for Keane's orders.

As expected, Callan, who was guarding the door, heard Jovie's shout and rushed in.

Unexpectedly, the first thing he saw was an exquisite and charming man lying weakly in Jovie's arms. His face was pale, and his breath was weak. The redness on his chest kept on increasing, and the glaring color on his white shirt kept on deepening.

The scene was so painful that it hurt people's eyes.

Callan immediately called the medical team that had been stored in the Loxley family's old mansion. He turned around and questioned Jovie. His angry roar echoed throughout the entire East Villa.

"You evil 'Angelically girl', what did you do to Young Lord? What happened to Young Lord? I will make you wish you were dead …"

Jovie took a deep look at Callan. The worry, helplessness, self-blame, and heartache in her eyes were not fake. She swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth.

She could only glare at Jovie with hatred, afraid that she would do something to Keane, who had already fainted. After all, this 'Angelically girl''s acting skills were heaven-defying. Who knew if she was acting right now?

The medical team came very quickly. The doctor threatened Jovie with Keane's life and snatched her away.

She could only watch as Keane was getting further and further away from her. She could not follow the doctor out of his operating room and get the news that he was out of danger as soon as possible.

Keane had never said that he would not leave the room.

It was just like this moment. The Secret guardian under him was still standing guard at his post, not allowing her to step out of the room.

Even if she begged them...

Jovie hugged her legs and curled up on the bedside, staring at the pool of blood on the ground in silence.

The surprise of her rebirth was completely wiped out by the blow of Keane's life.

After staying in a daze for two days, the door was opened from the outside. The glaring sunlight shone in.

Jovie raised her hand to block her eyes until she gradually adapted to the light.

An old man with a head full of white hair walked up to her with a gloomy wooden walking stick in his hand. The old man's expression was mournful, and his face looked similar to Keane's. However, there was no way to hide the exhaustion on his face. The silk clothes on his body were wrinkled from sitting for a long time.

The old man had a dignified bearing that only those who had been in power for a long time would have. He looked at Jovie with a disgusted gaze. The disapproval and reproach in his eyes were so dense that they almost overflowed from his eyes.

The hatred and anger in his words were not concealed at all.

"Take Miss Quiller to the North Tower. Before Young Lord is alright, she is not allowed to take a step out of the North Tower."

After giving the order coldly, Old Patriarch Loxley was about to leave with his walking stick. Suddenly, Jovie stood up and stopped him.

"Old patriarch, is Keane alright?"

Jovie was eager to know the answer.

Little did she know that her words had touched Old Patriarch Loxley's sore spot, causing Old Patriarch Loxley to lose his composure and anger.

"What's the good about him? He's about to die! That is the position of the heart. Young lady, you are so vicious at such a young age. You want to kill him just because he did something!"

Jovie looked like she was struck by lightning as she shook her head and kept stepping back.