A Night with Her Cruel Mate

Chapter 68 Deal With The Wound

"Have you forgotten? Sherry wore gloves when cleaning the room. Even if we call the police, it won’t work because there were no fingerprints. She knew that, and that was why she was not afraid." Jean sighed. "Since I’ve found the watch, we'd better let them go."

Her words seemed to inform Mandy, but in fact, her purpose was only to explain why she didn’t call the police.

Secretly, she took a glance at Terence. She was relieved when she saw that he was fine.

"Terence," Jean called out and sat next to him. "I'm really sorry for bringing you so much trouble. I think I should move out soon."

"It is I who should apologize," Terence said. Jean was quite nervous because she couldn’t figure out what was on his mind.

"Honestly, I thought it would be more convenient for you to live in my place. But I didn’t expect that something like this would happen."

"Actually, it’s not their fault." She smiled faintly and tucked her hair behind her ear. "I should've had a talk with them. If I just knew that they misunderstood our relationship, then I would have explained it clearly to them.

But I really didn’t expect that they would act that way. It just shows that these servants have a really good relationship with Julia." Her smile was bitter like her heart was sinking.

Terence frowned as he didn’t believe that Sherry would steal something from Jean.

But he knew Sherry and Julia had a good relationship. If Julia had asked Sherry to do so, the servant would be likely to do a favor for her.

He squinted his eyes and believed that it was Julia's doing. ‘How dare Julia do this!’ he thought. ‘Maybe this time I should teach her a lesson.’

"Well then, I should go upstairs. I need to pack up." Jean straightened her dress and moved like she was about to stand up. "I’ve been saying this so much, but again, I’m really sorry for being such a pain in your ass."

"Pack up? To where?" His mind was fully occupied. When he heard Jean saying that she would be packing, he came to his senses. This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

"I am going to move out." Jean lowered her head timidly. "Terence, I’ve just lived here for a few days, and it has already caused you so many problems. I can’t stay here any longer. I’m grateful for what you’ve done for me. Yes, you divorced Julia, partly because of me. I don’t want to know how words are going around behind my back. I am not used to this."

"Stop worrying about it. Just stay here," Terence said coldly. "Sherry and Julia get along well. That’s why it’s normal for them to reject you. But none of that should worry you now. They have resigned already, and they won’t talk about you anymore.

But the house is quite big. It won't be convenient for you to live alone here. So, I have to hire a servant for you."

"But I..." She sneered inwardly. From the beginning, she had never thought of leaving. Her plan was to eliminate all her enemies and build her own group of people.

"No more shillyshally!" Terence smiled. His gaze still fixed at her. "How about this? I’ll go to the agency and look for some servants for you. If you think they are okay, then we can let them stay. What do you think?"

Jean didn’t respond but took a glance at Mandy, who was standing beside her.

"Aunt, I’m sorry for what happened today. I didn’t expect such things to happen. Now that it has been solved, Jean can stay here. You don’t have to worry about her anymore. I assure you, this would never happen again," Terence promised.

Jean's mother sighed and said helplessly, "All right. Since it has been resolved, I’ll let you do your own business now. I’m leaving."

Mandy took her bag and left the villa. She had achieved her goal.

The old woman left Terence and Jean alone.

Jean looked at Terence. "If that’s the case, then I can handle finding servants by myself. I know how busy you are, and I don’t want to bother you with some trivial matter at all."

"That’s fine with me if that’s what you want." Terence slightly nodded. He then stood up from the sofa. "Just stay and have a good rest. Rest assured. No one is going to drive you out."

"Thank you," said Jean, touched. When she sensed that Terence was about to leave, she hastily stopped him by grabbing his hand.

He frowned, but his face was calm. Jean wanted to say something but stopped on second thought, he noticed. To initiate her to open up, he asked, "Anything wrong? Is there anything else?"

She awkwardly licked her lips and said, "My mother has left. If you leave, I’ll be alone here. I need to apply some ointment on my wound later..."

"Well, where's the ointment? I’ll stay for a while, so I can help you with applying it," he said, smiling.

"Can you wait a minute?" Jean asked sheepishly. "I want to take a shower first. I’ve been running errands the whole day, and my clothes smell of oil and smoke…"

"I don’t mind." Terence understood that women were conscious of their cleanliness.

It was indeed not convenient for Jean to apply the ointment on herself, so Terence didn't think much about it.

"Wait for me, I’ll be back soon." Jean stood up and took a few steps to the stairway. Standing on the third step of the stairs, she turned back. Embarrassingly, she looked at Terence and said, "Well, can I ask a little favor from you?" Her voice was unusually soft and low. "If it’s okay, can you help me unbutton my shirt? My hand…"

After hesitating for seconds, Terence nodded.

Underneath her blouse, Jean wore a black lace bra. Her skin was snowy white. When her skin, covered by a tiny piece of lace, was exposed, she was really provocative and sensual.

Their bodies were only centimeters away from each other. Jean could feel his breath on her nape that made the hair on her back stand. Even the air she was breathing was dominated by Terence’s scent and hormones.

She was confident about her figure. Her curves were fine and placed at the right places. Highlighting her body was her perfectly shaped breast, perfectly pointed bones, and her full sculpted ass. But when Terence unbuttoned her shirt and looked at her seducing body, he stayed calm.

After untying the last button, Terence said indifferently to Jean, "Well, you may go now."

Compared to her sister, Jean had a more gorgeously-shaped figure. But when he was undressing Jean, he was completely unbothered. Unlike how he was uncontrollably misbehaving when Julia was in front of him.