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

is it?" Jean asked Terence, slightly

encouraged

bracelet. Blushing, she gave it back to Terence and said, "It's too

Terence insisted

"I've been bothering you since I came back. I already feel quite embarrassed. I can't

house. But you gave me a pair of expensive

Although it is not very conspicuous, I know that you are bothered

killing two birds with

that Terence would give her a bracelet. Deep inside, she knew that

held her injured hand to lift up her sleeve. Suddenly, Jean winced in

Terence stared at Jean

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

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

"I just removed the stitches, and my wrist looks ugly. I don't want you to see

he felt. Without saying

in addition to her previous wound, several blisters blotched her pale white skin.

a cold and grim expression,

the sleeve. "I'm fine.

looked at her and