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

is it?" Jean asked Terence, slightly

he encouraged with a

she gave it back to Terence

yours," Terence insisted as he gave it

at him. "I've been bothering you since I came

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 what you've done,

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

you cover your wound. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone." Terence laughed and gently took Jean’s hand in his. "Please accept it and let

give her a bracelet. Deep inside, she knew that the opportunity had finally

lift up her sleeve. Suddenly, Jean winced

stared at Jean and

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

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

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

felt. Without saying anything, he grabbed her arm

several blisters blotched

a cold and grim expression, he

her injured hand and lowered the sleeve. "I'm

to let it go. He looked at her and pressed on, "Is this why you