Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 169 She Went To Ethan's Room

"That's what you said. I didn't force you to answer my question. And why are you asking me such a

question? Moreover, you called me silly! How dare you? You have some explaining to do, Zed!" Jean

became quite unhappy about what Zed had said. She kept questioning Zed, trying to figure out what he

truly meant.

"You don't know that you behaved in an unacceptable way? I am your husband. However, you did not

believe me. Instead, you're asking me silly questions. Don't you know that I feel heartbroken about

what you did and said? Jean, I love you very much and I care about you. You do know that, right? Now

you are questioning me like this. Is it because I did not make you feel comfortable last night? Would

you be happier if I treat you better now?"

Zed asked with a wicked grin, and his tone was rather intimate.

When Jean realized what Zed was hinting at, her face flushed. Zed seemed to have guessed what she

was thinking by her reaction. The corners of his mouth lifted in a suggestive grin.

"Zed! I don't want to see you or talk to you any more." Jean was not expecting Zed to flirt at a time like

this. Not only had he caught her off-guard with his suggestion, Jean blushed at his proposal. Unable to

counter, she stamped her foot, buried her face in her hands, and ran to the bathroom.

A big smile crept onto Zed's lips. He was still grinning when Jean slammed the bathroom door shut.

Zed loved how Jean reacted to his advances and his light teasing. Something about her innocence and

the way she blushed made Zed want to tease her more. He shook his head at her demureness.

He enjoyed teasing her and he was quite sure that Jean enjoyed this little loving banter between them.

Her reaction also reassured Zed that she was all right.

That was important to Zed. He was afraid that the events of the previous night would have affected her

on a deeper level. And so, it was nice to see that she was still light humored and capable of behaving

like her normal self.

Not wanting to face Zed, Jean decided to take a long bath. The hot water felt comforting and she

closed her eyes and enjoyed how relaxed she felt. When done, Jean stepped out of the bathroom with

her hair still dripping.

She noticed that her luggage had already been brought into the room. She knew that Zed must have

asked his secretary to do so. A smile appeared on her face.

Jean thought, 'I am so lucky to have such a considerate and thoughtful husband. Never had I imagined

that I would be so fortunate.'

"Your hair is still wet. Do you plan on falling sick? Why didn't you dry your hair properly? Are you in a

hurry?" Zed grabbed a dry towel and walked to Jean. Without hesitating, he began drying Jean's hair.

Jean closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Zed's hands as he gently rubbed her hair in the towel.

She felt so relaxed and comfortable. With a half-smile, she said, "Zed, I find that it is becoming more

and more difficult for me to live without you."

Zed's hands stopped and he tilted his head to look at Jean as he joked back, "Do you mean that you

will die if I leave you? What choice do I have then? I must stay by your side. But then again, you are

always so careless. I have no choice but to look after you." Zed stopped to sigh deeply before

continuing, "Gosh! I can imagine my future with you. All the things I will have to do... it's not fair!"

"I am your wife. It is your duty to look after me. If not me well, then, who else do you want to look

after?" Jean rolled her eyes and retorted.

"You are right. But I think that I will be very miserable if I have to spend the rest of my life taking care of

you." Zed loved caring for Jean. He hoped that his thoughtfulness and actions would help express his

feelings toward her. And yet, here he was pretending as though it would torment him forever.

"That's all right. When you're tired of me, we can re-consider that divorce. Then you will no longer be

trapped in a miserable marriage. You can be free of me whenever you want!" Jean feigned seriousness

as she mentioned the divorce.

"How dare you?" On hearing what Jean had said, Zed became quite anxious. The smile on his face

disappeared. Then he turned to look at Jean and was about to scold her for still thinking like this.

However, when he saw Jean's triumphant smile, Zed felt as though he had been baited by her. As

realization dawned on Zed, he said, "You played me!"

"Well, yes. What did you think?" Jean said with excitement and pride

"You..." Helplessness crept onto Zed's face. He could do nothing except sigh in defeat.

"I have learned from the best!" Jean complimented Zed with a smile. "You cannot blame me. You are a

great teacher!" Jean explained.

"I know." Zed's voice was a little hollow. Just the thought of the divorce left him feeling as though the

life had been sucked out of him. He was glad she didn't actually mean what she had said. Nonetheless,

he felt devastated. And so he said, "It seems that I should never make fun of you in the future. Or I will

be the only one to get hurt."

After saying this, Zed walked into the bathroom.

The smile on Jean's face disappeared. 'What just happened? I thought we were teasing each other?

Why did Zed take me so seriously?' She tilted her head as she thought about Zed's sudden change in

demeanor. With nothing else to do, Jean opened the door and walked out of their room.

She walked to the next neighboring room and saw that the door was half-open. She pushed the door

open and stepped into the room. Jean didn't dare go all the way inside. And so, she stood in the

hallway, and craned her neck to see past the furniture.

Jean didn't know whether to be relieved or anxious when she saw that the room was empty.

Panic flooded through her as she thought of all sorts of terrible scenarios.

Just when Jean was wondering what to do, a cleaner walked out. She saw Jean standing in the

hallway and asked with curiosity, "Miss, what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to ask about the man who was here last night." Jean tried not to show her anxiety. And so

she smiled and asked in a soft tone.

"I don't know. I am just in charge of cleaning." The cleaner shook her head and walked out with a dust

catcher in her hand.

Jean's shoulders sagged at the cleaner's reply. She had hoped to hear something that would settle her

nerves. However, the cleaner could not help her. Jean returned to her room disappointedly.

She did not want Zed to find out that she had gone to Ethan's room. That would be disastrous!

Since Zed was quite moody, she couldn't guess whether or not he would lose his temper if Jean

mentioned Ethan.

Thinking of that, Jean remembered parts of the previous night. Zed had been furious enough to beat

Ethan. Jean was concerned about the extent of Ethan's injuries.

Jean's was concerned not because she had once dated Ethan and still had feelings for him. No. She

was worried for another reason.

After what Ethan had done to her last night, Jean did not want to see him at all.

But his mistake did not mean that he needed to die.

Jean remembered how angry Zed had been and how badly he had beaten Ethan. She knew that Zed's

fury would not have settled unless Ethan died.

Somewhat Ethan was a life and related to Jean.

On thinking this, she felt quite uncomfortable and upset.

When Zed walked out from the bathroom, he saw Jean sitting on the sofa, biting her fingernails. He

stood for a few minutes and studied her expression. However, he could not tell what she was thinking.

His mobile phone happened to ring at that moment. Zed answered the call. He listened carefully for a

few minutes. Then his expression turned stormy.

He threw the phone onto the carpet and rushed toward Jean.

Jean was deep in thought. When the phone crashed on the ground, she was startled. She raised her

head and saw Zed making his way toward her.

Jean's heart almost stopped beating when she saw how angry he looked. She stood quickly and

asked, "Zed, what's wrong? What happened?"

"Did you go to Ethan's room just now? Jean, I did not expect you to be so irresponsible and

thoughtless. Did you want Ethan to take advantage of you last night? Have you forgiven him so

quickly? What were you thinking when you went looking for him?" Zed's face contorted with anger. He

stretched out his hand and grabbed Jean's chin. He nudged her face so that she maintained eye

contact with him. He wanted to see her true emotions in her eyes.

"Zed, what nonsense are you talking about?" Jean tried bushing away Zed's hand, but he held her so

tightly that she couldn't. Soon, pain flooded Jean. Sorrow consumed her as she thought of Zed's

unnecessary action and his accusatory tone.

"What am I talking about? Didn't you slip next door when I was having a shower? Can you deny that

you went to check on Ethan? Jean, you were brave enough to sneak out when I wasn't looking. Where

is your courage now? Too afraid to admit to what you've done, are you?" There seemed to be smoke

steaming out of Zed's ears. He was so angry that he was shouting at Jean.

"Yes. I did. I did go to Ethan's room." Jean raised her head to look at Zed bravely before saying, "I went

to his room because I wanted to see how badly he had been injured."

"You told me that you did not care about Ethan. You would not go to check on him unless you cared.

How dare you lie to me?" Zed became even more infuriated when he heard Jean's answer.

The force he used to hold Jean's chin increased. The pain was becoming so unbearable that Jean tried

to shake her head free.

Tears ran down her cheeks when Jean was unable to bear the pain. However, she clenched her mouth

shut so that she didn't whimper in pain. Jean wanted to look brave. She knew that Zed had made

assumptions based on what he had been told.

She also knew that the more she explained, the angrier Zed would become since he was rather

emotional and unreasonable.

None of that settled Jean's own concerns though. She was worried that Zed had gone too far last night.

If Ethan had been seriously injured, Zed would get into trouble. Jean was concerned about Zed's safety

not Ethan's. However, Zed just misunderstood her intention and took it for granted that she had been

worried about Ethan.

Jean was not insane enough to forgive the person who had tried to rape her. She was not that silly.

She glared at Zed furiously as she thought, 'Zed, it doesn't matter if you don't believe me. But why

won't you give me an opportunity to explain all this to you?'

Jean felt bitterness simmering inside her. She closed her eyes and let her tears fall.

Zed noticed the tears trickling down Jean's cheeks.

His anger dispelled all at once.

"Jean..." Zed said apologetically. But it was too late. He had hurt her.

When Zed released her chin, he saw his handprints on her clear, fair skin. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.