Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Jean watched him for a while and then turned to lie on her back. What did this man feel about her? It looked as if he didn't care and didn't love her. But what he did contradicted that impression.

She shook her head. Jean always overthought everything. And this time was no different. 'How could it be possible for this man to love me? If I hadn't been hurt because of him, he wouldn't feel guilty enough to buy the medicines.' She closed her eyes and kept contemplating the situation. Eventually, she fell asleep.

The next morning, she heard a noise from the kitchen. She changed her clothes and stepped out of the bedroom. Jean was surprised to see that breakfast had already been served on the table in the living room. Porridge, fried eggs, and noodles.

Only this much? It was much worse than the breakfast she had in Zed's house yesterday. She suddenly remembered that Zed only knew how to cook simple food. She pursed her lips as she turned toward the bathroom. When she got out, two cups of milk had been added to the breakfast spread.

"Have some breakfast." Zed frowned as he looked at what he had placed on the table. He seemed pretty displeased.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked with confusion as she sat down and grabbed the cup of milk. She took a slow sip as she waited for Zed to reply.

He took a bite of the egg reluctantly before looking up, "When you stay in my villa, my fridge is full of food, but there's nothing to eat in your fridge."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jean realized that he was upset because of how bare her fridge was. Looking at the breakfast on the table, she noticed that this was all that she had in the house. She smiled with embarrassment and explained, "I usually eat outside after getting off work. So I don't keep too much food in the fridge."

Zed pulled a face as he chewed on the egg he had just shoveled into his mouth. He put down the knife and the fork in his hands and then stood.

"Where are you going?" Jean asked surprised.

"Home!" Zed said curtly.

She raised her eyebrows, 'He is going back home for breakfast?' Jean continued to dig into her porridge. Although he didn't know how to cook many dishes, the porridge Zed made was good.

"Your leg is hurt. You should stay at home. Pack your things and I'll bring you to the villa." Zed said as he trashed the food in his plate.

Jean was dazed for a second. She raised her head and glanced at Zed. Though her thigh was swollen and it hurt to walk, it shouldn't stop her from normal activities. Wouldn't it be silly if she didn't go to work because of a minor injury?

But she knew that if she argued with Zed, things would get unpleasant. Also, there was no convincing Zed once he had made up his mind. So she turned to him and smiled, "You go home first. The landlord made an appointment with me earlier. I will meet with him before joining you at the villa." Jean lowered her head and glared at the porridge. She didn't want Zed to see through her lies.

But Zed didn't say anything.

After he left, she cleaned up the dishes and left for work. Jean also carried her bag of clean clothes for later.

The team had worked hard the previous day to complete the big project. Today, there was comparatively less work to be done. After lunch, the company prepared the afternoon tea. Jean didn't have anything to do, so she found a corner spot where she could spend her break with her colleague, Maranda. The two women were basking in the sunlight and drinking coffee. Maranda had a good appetite so she grabbed several desserts. She sat beside Jean, delighted by what she had selected.

"Jean, do you think I'm pretty?" Maranda said after taking a bite of a dessert.

"Jean, do you think I will find a boyfriend?" She asked before Jean could reply.

"Jean, do you think..." She continued.

"That's enough. You don't need to say 'do you think' any more. You are pretty and of course, you will find a boyfriend." Jean said with a smile. Jean pouted helplessly, "And I found something."

"What is it?" Maranda asked curiously.

"Quiet like an elegant lady and brisk like a rabbit." Jean replied as she continued to flip through the fashion magazine.

Maranda was dazed for a while and eventually understood what Jean had meant. She held onto Jean's arms and widened her eyes, "How can you judge me like that? Wait and see. I will tickle you to death..."

They were playing around when Jean leaned backwards to avoid Maranda. They were sitting on the barstools by the bar counter. However, when Jean leaned too far back, she lost her balance. Maranda saw that and widened her eyes. She tried to grab Jean to prevent her from falling.

But she wasn't able to reach Jean in time. Jean flailed her arms as she felt herself falling. Maranda bit her lip, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She didn't dare to see what would happen to Jean.

Just as Jean thought she was going to fall on the ground and hurt herself again, a pair of warm hands stopped her descent. Then she felt a gentle push. The barstool was pushed into an upright position with Jean still on top. She hadn't quite registered what had happened when a dark shadow fell over her.

"You seem to be in a great mood."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Maranda opened her eyes. She smiled at the handsome and bright face in front of her.

Her heart trembled slightly and her face flushed instantly.

It was John! Jean sighed in relief, "Thank you for saving me. I thought I was going to have another clash with the ground today."

"Another?" He frowned, "You've already fallen today?"

"Don't worry about it," Jean said waving her hand dismissively. "It was not a serious fall." She took a sip of coffee to calm herself. Looking around, she found nobody else was around. She asked with confusion, "Where has everyone gone?" "They went to the cafe across the street for their afternoon tea." John said as he looked at the two women.

"Why don't you join us then?" Maranda asked eagerly as she passed him the desserts. She found it hard to hold the plate straight as she felt as though her whole body was shaking with nervousness.

"Thank you. I'm fine." John replied. He refused her desserts euphemistically and then sat down next to the two women.

He looked outside the window and said, "You are truly good at picking spots. This is the quietest and sunniest spot in the company."

"It's so hard to have such a moment to relax. Of course, we'll find a quiet place." Maranda echoed, looking into his eyes.

Jean stirred her coffee and leaned her head on her hand, "It seems you are familiar with this spot. You like it when it's quiet, don't you? Is this your private spot?"

She smiled as she spoke. Jean's teeth sparkled in the sunlight as her lips curved into a charming smile. Her distinctive features looked exceptionally gorgeous in the bright sunlight as well.

John was dumbfounded when he saw how astonishingly beautiful Jean looked. He blinked rapidly and smiled, "I used to have a cup of coffee here when I got tired from work."

Seeing they were chatting so happily, Maranda felt dejected, "Jean, you joined only a month before me, am I correct? How come... you two are so familiar with each other?"

Jean knew that Maranda had feelings for John. She was afraid that Maranda might misunderstand her relationship with John, and so she explained, "We had a chance to eat together earlier. I was told by someone close to John that he likes quiet places. Since this is the quietest place in the company, I only had a guess that he used to come here."

"Now I get it." She sighed in relief before turning to John and asking with a subtle tilt of her head, "John, if you like quiet, I can introduce a book shop to you. I go there every weekend. It is pretty quiet there."

"I don't like reading." He replied lightly and turned to Jean, "There will be a big assignment tomorrow."

Maranda was upset at how abruptly John had turned down her friendly offer. With nothing to do while Jean and John spoke, she played with her fingers.

"A big assignment?"

"Yes, it's Selena Miao."

"Selena Miao?" Maranda and Jean said with excitement at the same time. Selena was a popular star who had acted in a lot of movies and TV series!

Presumably only masters like Sonny would be invited to shoot for her.

Maranda seemed to be more excited than Jean. She asked happily, "Is Selena going to come here? Can I ask her for an autograph ..."

"She's not coming here." John replied.

"Oh." Maranda lowered her head in disappointment. But she suddenly remembered something. A hint of expectation arose in her eyes, "Since our boss is going, you will be accompanying him. Could you please ask her for an autograph for me?"☐☐☐