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.