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A Night with Her Cruel Mate novel Chapter 69

Jean felt frustrated. When Terence unbuttoned her shirt, she intentionally brushed her body against his hand.

Her body trembled as his hand grazed her skin. She looked up to meet his gaze, but found a passive expression on his face.

She began to wonder if she was unattractive to him.

"Then... I'll go take a shower now." Jean took a deep breath. She wasn't going to give up now that she had an opportunity. The only problem was she didn't know how to continue it.

"Go ahead. I'll wait for you here," Terence nodded impassively.

"It might be better if you wait for me in my room," Jean boldly said. "The ointment is in there."

"Isn't it inconvenient for you?" Terence scratched his head hesitantly.

"There is nothing inconvenient about this," Jean said. "The bathroom isn't made of transparent glass."

"Ok, then." Without thinking too much about it, Terence willingly followed her upstairs. He assumed that he was just going to help her apply the ointment.

Jean stayed in Julia's old room. Although the interior design didn't change as much, Terence felt a different atmosphere the moment he entered the room.

When his eyes came across the bed in the middle of the room, Julia's face suddenly flashed in his mind.

He shook his head and tried to get rid of the image.

Jean had been in the bathroom for almost half an hour. While waiting, Terence read a magazine on the sofa. Suddenly, Jean cried out, "Terence... Terence..."

"What's wrong?" Terence quickly closed the magazine and looked up at the bathroom's direction.

"I forgot to bring my towel. Can you get it for me, please? It's in the closet." Jean summoned all the courage she had to call his name. Terence approached the bathroom with the towel and hesitated before opening the door.

He gently pushed it open and stuffed the towel through the small crack.

Jean rolled her eyes. She was annoyed and angry that he wasn't getting the hint.

"Oh, my God!"

Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Jean deliberately fell on the floor. When he heard the noise, Terence pushed the door wide open and entered the room to find Jean on the floor, stark naked.

She yelled in pain and quickly covered her private parts. Deep inside, she was secretly pleased that he barged in.

She saw Terence's face blush a deep shade of red, proving that she was attractive after all.

"How are you?" Embarrassed, Terence quickly turned his back to Jean.

She pretended to rub her ankle and pouted, "The bathroom is too slippery. I think I sprained my ankle."

"Can you still move?" he asked, still not turning around to face her.

"Ahhh!" Taking a deep breath, Jean hissed in an aggrieved manner. "I can't move now."

"Please forgive me." With a deep breath, he turned around and lifted her from the floor. In a rush, he carried her to the bed.

Jean was very proud of what was happening. She was enjoying herself and hoped that it would never end.

Jean didn't let go of him when he placed her on the bed. She locked her arms around his neck in attempts to make him fall on top of her.

Fortunately, Terence supported himself against the bed, avoiding body contact with her.

"Sorry..." Terence apologized profusely. Although Jean pretended to blush with shyness, she was jumping with joy inside. She looked at him. "I'm so stupid. I can't believe that I slipped after taking a shower. If you weren't here today, I don't know what would've happened."

"You don't have to say that." Terence stood up straight and caught the scent of a woman's fragrance and frowned to himself.

It smelled different from Julia's body. Her smell was lighter and more comfortable.

"Put your clothes on first," Terence said flatly, and then turned around to give her privacy.

Jean glared at his back, upset at what he was doing. With a silent huff, she put her silk pajamas on.

"Where is the ointment?" Terence calmly asked.

"It's in the bedside table," Jean responded.

Terence walked over to retrieve the bottle and carefully applied the ointment on her hand, ignoring everything that had just happened.

"Okay." When he finished applying it on her hand, he immediately left the room. Dumbfounded, Jean wanted to chase after him. However, she had to stay put. Otherwise he would discover that she was just pretending.

Jean thought that he wouldn't come back, but Terence came back with ice cubes soon. "I was trying to find an ice pack, but failed. I only found these ice cubes. You should place them on your ankle so that it won't get swollen tomorrow."

"Thank you." Jean lowered her head and fluttered her eyes. "I thought you had gone..."

"I can't just leave you like this." Terence gave her a frown. "This can't keep happening. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be alone. I'll find servants to take care of you."

"Okay." Jean gently placed the ice cubes on her ankle. She winced to make her charade more realistic.

Without saying anything, Terence gently picked up the ice cubes and wrapped a towel around them. With a smile, he handed it back to her.

"Terence..." Jean hesitated for a while. She wanted him to stay, but she didn't know how to tell him.

"Don't worry. I won't leave tonight," Terence said. "I'll be sleeping in the next room. If you need anything, just let me know."

When she heard him say that, she realized that she definitely couldn't seduce him tonight.

She had to pretend to be innocent around him.

If she exposed her true nature, it would be too abrupt.

'A watched pot never boils,' she thought to herself.

She gave him an embarrassed smile. "I'm really sorry for all this. So many things have happened. I just wanted to invite you to dinner, but everything turned out to be horrible. I'm really sorry for all this."

"We're friends. Don't worry. You don't have to apologize." Terence gently grinned at her. "Have a good rest. I'll return to my room now."

"Okay." Jean nodded as she pursed her lips. Although her plan didn't succeed tonight, she still had another plan in mind.

That night, Jean slept peacefully, without bothering Terence at all.

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