A Night with Her Cruel Mate

Terence was startled. Before he could react, Mandy had already rushed over to Jean. "Are you okay?" she frantically asked. "Did you get hurt again?"

Terence noticed that Jean's face was shining with tiny beads of sweat. She grimaced in pain.

"What happened?" Terence asked with concern.

"She..." Mandy was ready to speak, but Jean stopped her. Forcing a smile, she looked at Terence. "I'm alright. My hand is still recovering, so it's not as agile as it was before."

Jean looked at him apologetically. "I'm really sorry for frightening you. I'll clean this up and get you another bowl of rice."

"There's no need." He looked at her and suspected that she was hiding something from him. He frowned and focused his attention on her. "Are you sure you're fine?"

"Yes, it's okay." Jean slowly nodded her head. Mandy was fidgeting next to her, anxiously wanting to say something.

Terence slowly watched Mandy's hesitation and wondered what was going on.

The dinner made Terence feel depressed. While Jean cleared the table after dinner, he was looking for an opportunity to give her his gift. Sadly, he didn't know whether it was the right time to do so.

Afraid that Terence would get bored, Jean gave him a plate of fruit and apologized again for her behavior. "I'm really sorry about tonight. I promised to cook you dinner, but I messed it up. If I knew this was going to happen, then I wouldn't have bothered you."

"It doesn't matter." Terence smiled. "Well, this is for you..."

handed it to her. "Open it and see whether you like it or

it?" Jean asked Terence, slightly

he encouraged with a

the box, she found a Cartier bracelet. Blushing, she gave it

take it. It's yours," Terence insisted as he gave it back

bothering you since I came back. I already

say anything else," Terence said. "I didn't actually help you a lot. I just lent you the empty house. But you gave me a pair of expensive cuff links as a gift

it is not very conspicuous, I know

Think of it as killing two birds with one stone." Terence laughed and gently

that Terence would give her a

lift up her sleeve. Suddenly, Jean winced in pain and withdrew her hand like a frightened

Jean and

"I think it'll be

from him. He felt like it

slowly lowered her head and said, "I just removed the stitches, and my wrist looks

felt. Without saying anything, he

her previous wound, several blisters blotched her pale

and grim expression, he asked,

lowered the

go. He looked at her and pressed on, "Is this why you wore