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..."

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

Jean asked

encouraged with

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

to take it. It's yours," Terence insisted as

"I've been bothering you since I

a lot. I just lent you the empty house. But you gave me a pair of expensive cuff links as a gift and helped me find a spokesperson. You even opened a bottle of good wine for me. Compared to

injured because of me. You cut your wrist. Although it is not very conspicuous,

you cover your wound. Think of it as killing two birds

would give her a bracelet.

her injured hand to lift up her sleeve. Suddenly,

Terence stared at Jean and

awkwardly and held out her other arm. "I think it'll be better if I

something from him. He felt like it was necessary to clear

lowered her head and said, "I just removed the stitches, and my wrist looks ugly. I don't want you

felt. Without saying anything, he

wound, several blisters blotched her pale white skin.

a cold and grim expression,

and lowered the sleeve. "I'm fine. It's just a

and pressed on, "Is this why you wore a long-sleeved shirt