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.

me, please? It's in the closet." Jean summoned all the courage she had to call his name. Terence approached the bathroom with the towel

it open and stuffed the towel

rolled her eyes. She was annoyed and angry that he wasn't getting the

"Oh, my God!"

When he heard the noise, Terence pushed the door wide open and entered the room to find Jean on the floor, stark

in pain and quickly covered her private parts.

a deep shade of

quickly turned

bathroom is too slippery. I think I sprained

asked, still not turning around

breath, Jean hissed in an aggrieved manner. "I can't move

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

what was happening. She was enjoying herself and

the bed. She locked her arms around his neck in attempts to make him fall

supported himself against the bed, avoiding

pretended to blush with shyness, she was jumping with joy inside. She looked at him. "I'm so stupid. I can't believe that

up straight and caught the scent of a woman's

from Julia's body. Her smell

clothes on first," Terence said flatly, and then turned around to give her

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

is the ointment?" Terence calmly

the bedside table,"

walked over to retrieve the bottle and carefully applied the ointment on her hand, ignoring everything that had just

her hand, he immediately left the room. Dumbfounded, Jean wanted to chase after him. However, she had to stay put. Otherwise he would discover that she was just