Day Ninety…
When Nathan and Mrs. Frost returned to the booth, Jane was already awake. She rubbed her eyes upon seeing Nathan at the door.
"Is that my man?" Jane mumbled, asking the group.
The ladies chuckled and replied, "We don't know. Is he the one you told us about?"
Jane smiled mischievously as she stood up. Instead of answering them, she threw herself on Nathan, hugging him.
Everyone was shocked to see how clingy and flirty Jane was. She nuzzled her nose on Nathan's neck, smelling his scent.
"Yes. This is him." She mumbled while giggling. She was still drunk.
"I'm dizzy. Honey, please carry me," Jane demanded while putting on a pitiful face.
The ladies continued laughing and murmuring as they watched this cute and funny interaction between Jane and Nathan.
The deadly assassin was acting cute and vulnerable while Nathan remained indifferent and cold.
'Can't she behave properly?' Nathan lamented inwardly.
