A Night with Her Cruel Mate

Jean felt frustrated. When Terence unbuttoned her shirt, she intentionally brushed her body against his hand.

Her body trembled as his hand grazed her skin. She looked up to meet his gaze, but found a passive expression on his face.

She began to wonder if she was unattractive to him.

"Then... I'll go take a shower now." Jean took a deep breath. She wasn't going to give up now that she had an opportunity. The only problem was she didn't know how to continue it.

"Go ahead. I'll wait for you here," Terence nodded impassively.

"It might be better if you wait for me in my room," Jean boldly said. "The ointment is in there."

"Isn't it inconvenient for you?" Terence scratched his head hesitantly.

"There is nothing inconvenient about this," Jean said. "The bathroom isn't made of transparent glass."

"Ok, then." Without thinking too much about it, Terence willingly followed her upstairs. He assumed that he was just going to help her apply the ointment.

Jean stayed in Julia's old room. Although the interior design didn't change as much, Terence felt a different atmosphere the moment he entered the room.

When his eyes came across the bed in the middle of the room, Julia's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

He shook his head and tried to get rid of the image.

Jean had been in the bathroom for almost half an hour. While waiting, Terence read a magazine on the sofa. Suddenly, Jean cried out, "Terence... Terence..."

"What's wrong?" Terence quickly closed the magazine and looked up at the bathroom's direction.

the courage she had to call his name. Terence approached the bathroom with the towel and hesitated before opening

pushed it open and stuffed

her eyes. She was annoyed and angry that

"Oh, my God!"

noise, Terence pushed the

her private parts. Deep inside, she was secretly pleased that he

Terence's face blush a deep shade of red,

quickly turned his

pouted, "The bathroom is too slippery. I think I sprained

move?" he asked, still not turning around to

Jean hissed in an aggrieved manner.

forgive me." With a deep breath, he turned around and lifted her from the floor. In a rush, he

was very proud of what was happening. She was enjoying herself and hoped that it

her on the bed. She locked her arms around his neck in

Terence supported himself against the bed, avoiding body

apologized profusely. Although Jean pretended to blush with shyness, she was jumping with joy inside. She looked at him. "I'm so stupid. I can't believe that I slipped after taking a shower. If you

up straight and caught the scent of a

body. Her smell was lighter

first," Terence said flatly, and then turned around

at his back, upset at what he was doing. With a silent huff, she put her silk pajamas

the ointment?"

in the bedside table,"

over to retrieve the bottle and carefully applied the ointment on

When he finished applying it on her hand, he immediately left the room. Dumbfounded, Jean wanted to chase after him. However, she had to stay