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..."

and handed it to her. "Open it and see whether you like it

Jean

it," he encouraged with a

the box, she found a Cartier bracelet. Blushing, she gave it back to Terence and said, "It's too

Terence insisted as he gave it back to

him. "I've been bothering you since I

gave me a pair of expensive cuff links

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

it as killing two birds with one stone." Terence laughed

moved by his actions. She didn't expect that Terence would give her a bracelet. Deep inside, she knew that the opportunity had finally

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

stared at Jean and asked, "What's the

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

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

what to say. She slowly lowered her head and said, "I just removed the stitches, and my wrist looks

thought about it, the more suspicious he felt. Without saying

several blisters

cold and grim expression,

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

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