Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 311 I Won’t Allow You To Even Take Half A Step Away From Me

Jean asked Moore expectantly.

"Of course," Moore replied without a tinge of hesitation. Without even asking her where they were

headed to, he directly stood up and looked as if he were ready for it.

When Jean heard Moore's prompt reply, a smile immediately showed up and brightened her face. She

instantly removed the blanket and got off the bed. After that, she walked into the bathroom to wash her

up and put on some makeup. With everything in place, she went out with Moore.

At first, Moore was glad to go somewhere with Jean. But the initial excitement disappeared when

Moore found that Jean stopped outside the ICU.

'Is Jean going inside to visit Henry?

Nothing strange or wrong has happened. Then, why is she suddenly coming here to see Henry?

She even asked me to keep her company. Why?' Moore was at a loss of words.

As he walked side by side with Jean, he felt her tension build up.

"Jean..." he called catching her attention. But not knowing what to say, he just looked down. Before he

could say anything, Jean replied back," Moore..." Jean paused for a while. Then she lookedMoore

straight into his eyes and added in a low voice," You will have to keep me company whatever happens.

I won't allow you to take even half a step away from me."

Hearing these words, Moore was stunned. Taking great pity on this woman in front of him, he hurriedly

replied with a firm nod," Okay, I will. I promise."

Jean didn't feel at ease until she heard Moore's reply. Now she relaxed as her tension was relieved. At

last, she reached out her hand to the door and pushed it open.

Joy and Shirley were toweling Henry. Hearing the sound, the two of them looked up. As soon as they

saw Jean, both of their faces contorted into shock and irritation.

"You......" Joy stammered. She figured that Jean would still be alive, but she had never expected her to

muster up the courage and stand in front of her so soon. With a burst of panic in her mind, Joy still

pretended to be calm and said," Why are you here?"

"Not for you. I am here to visit my father." At the sight of this evil woman, the time when she grabbed

her neck came back to her mind.

When Joy squeezed her neck with her hands, Jean felt as if her muscle was pierced. On top of that,

Joy's sharp fingernails nearly created holes on Jean's neck.

What had happened to her earlier was the most physically draining incident of her life. She

unknowingly turned her eyes wide open and tried hard to suppress her fear.

"Father?" Shirley exclaimed after she calmed herself down on seeing Jean," Jean, you have clearly

said that your relationship with the Wen family has been severed. Now, are you so shameless to even

call him father again?"

"Whatever I have said, our father-daughter relationship can't be changed. Besides, if he will recognize

and admit me as his daughter or not is his choice, not yours! So please, Shirley, keep your nose away

from my business. You don't have any say in it,"

Jean coldly retorted while she bravely stared at Shirley straight into her eyes. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"You......" Upon hearing her refutation, Shirley regretted having saved Jean from her mother's

murderous hands. She thought that she shouldn't have stopped her mother from squeezing Jean to

death.

"What the hell do you want to say?" Jean walked towards the bed. She seemed to have understood

something when she stared at Henry, who was lying still on the bed.

'Am I the only one who knows that Henry has come to his sense?

If Joy had known this, she wouldn't have had the courage to barge into my ward and throttle me, '

thought Jean with an intense look.

Before coming here, Jean had assumed that Joy would want to kill her again because she would have

been agitated by the fact that Henry had gotten back to his sense from his coma.

But at that moment, Jean understood that no one other than her knew about it. Even now, Jean found it

hard to believe that Joy had tried to kill her just because she had been annoyed by her words.

'Joy, how badly do you wish for my death?' Jean gave out a cold chuckle.

'You have shown me nothing but ruthlessness. I won't be so kind to you anyone, ' thought Jean firmly.

"Jean, you are not welcome here. Just get out of here," Joy denounced her with great fury, putting on a

grumpy face.

"I am here to visit my dad, not you. I don't care if you welcome me or not," Jean retorted coldly, once

again, without any sign of fear.

"You......" Joy found it hard to believe how thick-skinned Jean had become. Suddenly, her face turned

livid, and she continued," Since you don't appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for being rude to

you."

As soon as she finished her words, Joy rolled up her sleeves as though she intended to throw Jean

out.

Jean's expression remained the same because she already knew that Joy would act in a threatening

manner. Instead of fear, her face carried a composed look.

As expected, Moore took several steps forward before Jean even had an opportunity to speak. "What

do you want to do? You are the elder of the Wen family and Jean is a junior. Are you shameless

enough to use your hands on her? How immature you can be!"

Upon hearing Moore's critical questions, Joy suddenly stopped and stood still on the spot. Now Joy

understood why Jean had come to this ward with the company of a strange man.

It was because Jean wanted someone to guard her as she feared Joy would attack her viciously again.

'Jean, are you scared?

What a chicken! You can't fight your own battles.'

Joy sneered and let out a vicious smile. 'Anyway, I don't think that man will be with you for the rest of

your life.'

"Shirley, let's go." Joy looked at Shirley with an indifferent look, knowing she could gain no advantage

in this situation.

"Mom!!" Shirley whined. Deep down, Shirley envied Jean as she almost always had a man near her for

protection.

Even though Jean was an extremely awkward woman, these men seemed to care a great deal for her.

Their affection for Jean puzzled Shirley.

"Let's go... If they want to stay here, let them stay. Let's go to eat together..." As soon as she finished

speaking, Joy reached out to Shirley and took her arm. The two of them left and walked out, side by

side.

Shirley was still reluctant to leave, as her gaze was still fixated on Moore. After walking out of the ward,

she couldn't help questioning," Mom, why did we come outside? Aren't you afraid that Jean will wake

my father up?"

"Your father won't wake up in the presence of that son of bitch even if he isn't in a coma. Also, can we

gain any advantage there if we stay? That man is giving me some fierce look. He looks like he has

been physically trained and I didn't want to risk our lives. Both of us are no match for him. We will be

unable to withstand his attack even if he only uses his one hand!"

Joy spoke with trembling lips.

"I shouldn't have stopped you from throttling Jean to death. She is still so arrogant in front of us,"

Shirley said with regret.

"Now it is too late to say these things. But take it easy, Shirley. I don't think that man will be with her all

the time. Sooner or later, there will be a chance for me to attack her. Then, I will definitely not let her

go," Joy said with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Mom, you mean..." All of a sudden, Shirley's eyes gleamed with curiosity about what her mother had

planned for Jean.

After Joy and Shirley left, the noisy ward suddenly fell silent. Nothing apart from the ticking sound of the

medical instruments was heard.

With a bit of hesitation, Jean slowly walked towards the bed.

Looking at Jean's back, Moore felt burdened and heavy-hearted although he didn't know the reason

behind these emotions.

'Jean is so slim and feeble. Yet she has experienced so many hardships in life.' Moore's heart cried for

Jean and her sufferings.

"The two of them have left. Don't pretend to sleep," Jean said in a voice that was both crisp and calm.

Her words scared Moore who was still lost in thoughts. At last, he intuitively shifted his gaze to the bed.

As soon as he turned his eyes on Henry, his expression turned into that of shock.

He watched Henry slowly open his swollen and bleary eyes. Henry stared at Jean but found it hard to

keep his gaze on her. At last, he said grumpily," Why are you here? I don't consider you to be my

daughter."

In spite of Henry's harsh words, Jean chuckled and said," Very good. It seems that you have turned

much better now. Take it easy. I did not come here to say that I consider you my father either. I just

want you to tell me why my mother died."