Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 82 Two Persons, Bathtub

She panicked and got up from the bathtub. However, as soon as she stood up, a pair of powerful arms

pushed her back down.

She opened her eyes to find Zed in only a bath towel. He stepped into the bathtub without her consent.

"Hey, you!" Jean turned her head aside and covered her eyes in a panic, "What do you want?"

"What do you think? It's not the first time. What are you scared of?" He moved forward and leaned his

body above her. They were against each other now, wet but warm.

Even though it was not the first time she had seen him naked, she was still embarrassed to see him

like this. She covered her eyes subconsciously and wanted to get out of the bathtub. But she couldn't

since his strength was greater than hers.

The light in the bathroom was soft. Her white shirt was soaked and her body was exposed to some

extent in front of Zed.

Her hair was wet as well and some were sticking on her cheek. Her fine face flushed red. She looked

pretty charming and attractive under the soft lighting. Under all these circumstances, her average

appearance had turned exceptionally gorgeous.

His eyes gazed at her as though he had fallen into a trance.

Jean raised her head. His thick and strong chest muscles, and those fascinating abdominal muscle

attracted her eyes. Though she was not like those women who were obsessed with Zed, she was still

tempted with such a beautiful body in front of her.

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How could she let him prevail before he granted her the request? No!

Jean shook her head and raised her head suddenly. She hit him on the forehead by accident. Both of

them cried out, "Sss."

She shook her head hastily while rubbing it, "Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to."

"Then you did it on purpose!" He endured the pain on his forehead and put one hand behind her head

to keep her from being choked by the water. His face leaned over to her directly.

Seeing him leaning over, Jean turned her head aside and shouted loudly, "You have to promise me to

cancel the shooting for the photographs!"

She said that as quickly as she could. The warm bathroom turned cold all of a sudden. Zed froze in

place. He paused his movement in the air for a while and then raised his head slowly.

Those deep eyes turned exceptionally cold at the moment. There was a sulk in his stern face.

She was stunned there and didn't know what to do with his sudden change of mood.

"Do you only please me when you need me?" His low voice became louder. The coldness on his face

seemed exceptionally frightening.

Jean knew about Zed's temper, so she paused and didn't dare to say anything.

When she was wondering what to do, she saw a sneer appear on his sulky face, "Even if you have

another man in your heart, I have your body at least, isn't it?"

He lowered his head to kiss every inch of her body.

Jean was surprised as shock filled her eyes. The shine in her eyes faded away and they turned lifeless

now.

Right. To him, she was always vulnerable. He had never trusted her. She slowly lifted the corners of her

mouth and put on a hint of self-mockery.

Noticing there's something wrong with her, Zed raised his head and saw the smile on her lips. He

dazed, "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm laughing at you. You are so pathetic that you can only own my body but will not get my heart. Oh,

no. How is it possible for you to love me? You should love someone like Eva. But it's such a pity. Even

though I am a woman, I don't love you like every other woman does."

Silence, as silent as death.

His good-looking eyes were furious at the moment. He tightened his grip on her shoulders as she

winced in pain.

A minute passed. It felt like an hour. The water in the bathtub became cold gradually.

Splash! The water splashed.

Zed got out of the bathtub and changed into a clean bath towel. He turned back on her and said only

two words, "Get out!"

She couldn't remember how she fled away from Zed's house or how she came back home in wet

clothes.

After arriving home, she cried loudly.

There was no better ways to heal an injured heart than sleep. 'Maybe I'll forget it after I wake up?'

But when she woke up the next morning, she realized she's down with a fever. She didn't know what

degree her fever was but she could feel her body sinking. Even if she continued to sleep, she didn't feel

comfortable at all.

She called in sick to the company, and slept on the bed. She was used to tucking herself in when she

got sick ever since she was a child. As long as she sweated, she would get better.

She was groggy from all the sleep. She wasn't sure if she was woken up by her hunger or the knocking

on the door. She thought she was dreaming and closed her eyes. She could only confirm that

somebody was outside the door when the knocking persisted.

She got off the bed and walked to the living room to open the door.

It was Ethan who was standing at the door, looking anxious.

She dazed for a second and asked, "Why are you here?" As she remembered, she didn't tell Ethan

where she lived.

Seeing her still in her pajamas and her face flushed red, Ethan touched her forehead and frowned,

"You're burning up. Why didn't you go to the hospital? Jean, do you know how to take care of yourself?"

She rarely saw Ethan got angry, let alone raising his voice at her.

She dazed for a while and turned around, "It's nothing serious. I'm all right."

"It's nothing serious?" He closed the door and stopped her from resuming her sleep, "If I didn't call your

company about the photographs, I won't even know that you've gotten sick. If I didn't come here today,

are you sure you can get up tomorrow?"

She didn't want to listen to Ethan nagging her. Her head felt so heavy already that she couldn't stand

any more noises.

"I don't want to go to the hospital. I just don't like the smell of medicine in the hospital." Having said her

piece, she walked past him and headed towards her bedroom.

Ethan knew that Jean didn't like to go to the hospital when she was sick. She only took pills every time.

If he took her to the hospital by force, she probably would struggle with her weakened body.

Appearance wise, Jean looked weak, but she's actually pretty stubborn in nature. Thinking about that,

Ethan gave a sigh. He picked up his cellphone and called their private doctor.

When she woke up again, it's nearly evening. She opened her eyes and saw the dusk outside the

window.

Just when she was about to get up, she noticed she was hooked to a drip and she felt a lot better. She

remembered that Ethan came.

While she slowly recalled, the door opened gently from the outside. Ethan walked in with a bowl of rice

porridge in his hand.

"You're up? Do you feel any better now?"

"I'm better." She licked her dried lips and asked, "Did you ask the doctor to come here?"