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

is it?" Jean

encouraged

she found a Cartier bracelet. Blushing, she gave it

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

"I've been bothering you since I came back.

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

got injured because of me. You cut your wrist. Although it

think that it'll help you cover your wound. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone." Terence laughed and gently

felt moved by his actions. She didn't expect that Terence would give her a

her sleeve. Suddenly,

Terence stared at Jean and asked, "What's the

"I think it'll

him. He felt like it was necessary to clear some things between

her head and said, "I just

the more suspicious he felt. Without saying anything, he grabbed her arm and rolled up her

previous wound, several blisters blotched her pale white skin. It looked

cold and grim expression, he

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

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