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..."

a box and handed it to her. "Open it and see

Jean asked Terence,

he encouraged with a

found a Cartier bracelet. Blushing, she gave it back to Terence and

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

you since I came back. I

help you 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

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

to show my gratitude, but I think that it'll help you cover your wound. Think of it as killing two birds with one

moved by his actions. She didn't expect that Terence would give her a bracelet. Deep inside,

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

Jean

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

Terence felt like she was hiding something from him. He felt like

"I just

more suspicious he felt. Without

that in addition to her previous wound, several

cold and grim expression, he

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

at her and pressed on, "Is this why you