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.

it?" Jean asked Terence, slightly

it," he encouraged with a

gave it

it. It's yours," Terence insisted as he gave it back

I came

pair of

You cut your wrist. Although it is not very conspicuous, I know that you are bothered by

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

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

sleeve. Suddenly,

Terence stared at Jean

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

hiding 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

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

previous wound, several blisters blotched

grim expression, he

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

it go. He looked at her and pressed on, "Is this why you wore a long-sleeved