"I never said that," Jack explained, disinterested. He continued, "What kind of person you are has nothing to do with me. I don't want to know either."
Wendy glanced at him. She couldn't help but explain, "Don't perceive me negatively. I am not that kind of person."
However, Jack didn't want to entertain her. What she was like as a person had nothing to do with him.
However, Wendy had no idea what Jack was thinking.
She bit her lip, wanting to explain herself. Then, she realized that Jack had assumed her character based on her actions.
It wasn't helpful to linger on this topic, so she talked about something else. "You seemed to have a good relationship with your girlfriend.
Jack stared at her coldly. "Are you threatening me again? Let me reiterate. That drunken night we had was consensual. Please don't have any ideas."
Wendy was so furious at Jack that she was about to cry. "You bastard! I was just casually asking. Why do you have to think of me so terribly?"
"It better be that way. Otherwise, you will have to pay the price," Jack warned.
Wendy couldn't sustain the conversation any longer with this bastard.
In the past, other men would go out of the way to appear charming before her, but this bastard acted like she was the most unbearable thing on earth.
To prevent Jack from misunderstanding her further, Wendy talked about something else. "Jack, I have something to ask. I hope you will give me an honest answer."
"That'll depend on what your question is," Jack replied.
Wendy took a deep breath and asked gently, "Back then, when the terrorists attacked the flight we were on that headed toward Brightland, what were you doing?"
Jack's gaze sharpened. "Why are you asking me this?"
Wendy looked at Jack's shoulder and said, "I noticed the gunshot wound on your shoulder and the bandages hidden in the corner of your bathroom."
Jack knew she would ask about this.
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