Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 80 I’ll Kill You, You Jerk!

At the moment, Jean was moved. Even though Zed seemed indifferent, he actually cared about her.

But even so, it might just because she's injured in his kitchen.

Zed was only trying to be responsible.

She squatted and leaned her head to see him sleeping. His pale skin was without any defective marks

and it was as silky as women'. It was as though his delicate features were carved, so perfect and

attractive.

She couldn't help but want to touch him. However, she hesitated when her hand was close to contact.

Her mind warned her that she shouldn't approach this man in front of her any more. He was too

dangerous for her.

'You've already had your heart broken once. Do you want to break it again?'

While she was lost in her thoughts, those long eyelashes trembled slightly. Jean wasn't able to

withdraw her hand back in time before his eyes opened.

His deep eyes were staring at her with confusion.

Jean froze in place. She wasn't expecting Zed to wake up so soon.

'Was it because I made too much noise just now?'

She thought as she smiled awkwardly. She quickly pulled back her hand which was still in the air and

put it behind her head. She pretended that she was trying to scratch her head, "Seems like my hand

isn't listening to me. I have no idea how it went there."

She stood up and stretched herself. She then shook herself casually.

Zed, who was right behind her, got up from the couch and straightened his clothes. He took a look at

his watch and then he turned around and left.

'He just left like that?' Jean paused, feeling a little disappointed.

Jean thought he had left so she picked up her belongings and planned the same.

She was extremely embarrassed when she thought about that moment earlier. She wanted to dig a

hole on the floor and hide in it.

Zed came back, after inquiring some precaution from the doctor, only to find that nobody was in the

ward anymore.

"She left!" He stood there dumbfounded for a moment. He raised his hand to his forehead with

disappointment. The bite mark was right there on his hand and it still hurt. There was even a little blood

at the deepest part of the bite mark.

That woman was really hard on him in the evening yesterday. He didn't know whether she intended to

take her revenge or she didn't know her own strength when she bit him. There were also some pinched

bruises other than the bite mark. Some of them were even accompanied with cuts from her fingernails.

Jean wanted to take a shower after getting back home. But she was advised to not wet her hands so

she changed her clothes and went to the company directly.

Her injured hand hurts even from the slightest movements. She could already see herself working with

only one hand in front of the computer.

In the following five days, Jean went to Zed's house after getting off work everyday. She not only did

the cleaning but also his laundry. To her surprise, Zed came back home early these days while she was

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Although they didn't communicate much, they still spend a couple of hours under the same roof. During

this period, she begged him countless times but Zed did not change his mind. The promotion of Qi

Group was delayed due to the issues raised by these photographs.

Sonny would be back in two days. She couldn't let this continue.

Her hand was almost fully recovered and the stitches could be taken out in three days' time.

It's the weekend. Jean bought the ingredients and went to Zed's house in the afternoon purposely. She

intended to prepare western food for dinner.

Men liked romantic dinners with candles, didn't they? She had already proved it last time when she was

trying to help Eva. She planned to do it again this time.

She had been preparing for two hours. After she finished, it was already eight o'clock. She texted Zed

earlier as usual, but he hadn't come back by now.

Maybe there was too much work at the company and he got distracted.

Jean sat down on the couch and watched the time passed. She turned on the TV to watch some boring

shows to kill time.

An hour had passed but Zed still wasn't back.

The steak, along with the soup on the dining table was already cold.

She called Zed, only to find that his cellphone was turned off.

It was turned off! Jean sat on the couch and looked at the door, her eyes filled with disappointment.

She felt so lonely in such a big living room, and the noises produced by the TV wasn't helping at all.

She rolled on the couch for a couple of times. She complained in her heart.

'Damn Zed, you don't have to come back if you don't want to, but you don't even have the time to

inform me? Would it kill you to just let me know in advance? Am I just going to let all my hard work go

to waste?'

She eventually lay down on the couch. She looked at the white ceiling. A huge crystal chandelier was

hung high above her and it was radiating brightly.

'What if Zed came back soon? Wouldn't such brightness kill the mood of a candle light dinner?'

Jean got up and turned off the light. She then lit the candles on the table.

The spacious living room, now illuminated by those weak lights, was filled with air of romance.

She returned to the couch and lay down again. She didn't want to watch the TV anymore but she didn't

want the living room to be quiet either. So she lowered the volume just a little and continued to lie there.

'When Zed comes back, I'll definitely scold him.

He made me wait for so long and didn't even bother to give me a call. I am so angry that I don't even

have the appetite to eat.'

It was already midnight. A black Bentley stopped at the gate.

The lights in the house weren't lit like usual. The angular and handsome face turned cold with a hint of

disappointment.

He opened the door and the living room was dark.

That woman had probably gone home.

There was an important party in the evening that he had to attend. He was going to postpone it but it

was difficult to refuse the host. More so when they had a close working relationship with his company.

So he had to attend.

He thought it would end earlier but with so many businessmen present, introductions and chit chat

prolonged his stay.

He was reeking of alcohol and he took the risk of getting fined for drunk driving just to hurry home. It

disappointed him when he returned to find Jean was already long gone.

'Whatever. She's only concerned about her ex-boyfriend anyway. The only reason she came here is for

the photographs.'

As soon as he turned the light on, he saw the fancy western food, together with some delicate side

dishes, placed nicely on the dining table with

Wine glass stationed on each side. The candles on the candlesticks were already burnt out, leaving

only the melted wax.

He dazed for a few seconds. With the injuries on her hand, he figured she was only capable of simple

cleaning task while she begged him. A grand and hearty dinner was out of his expectation.

He stared at the food on the dining table for a while as his heart calmed.

"I'll kill you! You jerk!"

A loud voice arose from the silent living room suddenly. It was exceptionally loud in this spacious room.

Zed paused for a second. He turned around to find someone sleeping on the couch.

She seemed to be dreaming. Her hands were waving and it seemed like she was doing something

exciting. He kept his eyes on her as the corner of his mouth curled unconsciously.

It turned out that she hadn't left. She was waiting here for him all this time. He felt slightly touched. But

only for three seconds before Jean clenched her teeth with her eyes still closed and shouted out loudly,

"Damn Zed! I hope you choke when you eat, you jerk! I'll kick you to death ..."