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..."

took out a box and handed it to her. "Open it and see whether you like it

it?" Jean asked Terence,

encouraged with a

she gave it back to Terence and said, "It's too expensive. I can't

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

been bothering you since I came back. I already feel quite embarrassed. I

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

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

you this bracelet not only to show my gratitude, but I think that it'll help you cover your wound. Think of it as killing two birds with one stone." Terence

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

her injured hand to lift up her sleeve. Suddenly, Jean winced in pain and withdrew

Jean and asked, "What's

arm. "I

was hiding something from him. He felt like it was

said, "I just removed the stitches, and my wrist looks ugly.

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

wound, several blisters blotched her pale white

cold and grim expression, he asked,

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

refused to let it go. He looked at her and pressed on, "Is