Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman novel Chapter 180

'I... I just want to wait for the person I ran over to come out of the operating room first. It's not about him being alive or not. This is out of genuine concern, ' thought Jean.

But then a question popped in her head: "Why are these policemen insistent to take me to the police station first?"

"She won't go with you. If you have any questions, just talk to my lawyer." An out-of-breath Zed rushed in to reassure his cornered wife. As soon as he composed himself, he told the cops to back off in his usual peremptory fashion.

"Mr. Zed..." The policemen suddenly looked embarrassed.

The police was in a hurry right from the start. As soon as they got to know that the Mr. Zed's wife had caused the accident, they arrived at the scene of the accident in a jiffy. Then, they followed the ambulance directly to the hospital and tagged Jean until she gave a statement, all before Mr. Zed arrived.

But Mr. Zed was here now. It would be doubly difficult to take Jean away now that he had intervened.

"Mr. Zed..." The policeman, who had been covertly forcing Jean all this while, thought the situation over and said, "I hope you understand, Mr. Zed. We are just following the rules."

"I know. But if you have any questions, please talk to my lawyer." Ignoring the police who still wanted to say something more, an anxious Zed took his trembling wife and interlaced his arm with hers to lead her to a bench to talk in private.

"Come on Jean, take a seat first. Did you get frightened just now with all the cops and the legal work?" Zed thought approaching this on a milder tone might ease Jean into talking with ease. He watched her with concern as she sat there blank in front of him.

Jean's dull expression was disturbing Zed. Jean, on the other hand, was shocked to see him come like this. She was at a loss on how to respond to him coming in such a hurry.

His show of concern made the sweet-natured woman want to jump into her husband's arms. After all, she was dying to vent her anxiety and fears.

'But now... how can I do this... just after I decided to get rid of my dependence on Zed?'

Swallowing the bitter irony of the situation, Jean looked down and said in a sad, somber tone, "No matter how scared I am, I still have to face this. But... why are you here?" The last part of her utterance contained a hint of surprise but she didn't noticed this tone herself.

"You have experienced such a serious accident just hours ago. How could I not be here? But more importantly, why didn't you tell me first?" Zed scowled in defiance.

He thought, 'I am your husband but you didn't think of me first when you were most helpless.' The silence between them became tense and added to Zed's discomfort.

"I was afraid at that time. It took me a while to wrap my head around what had happened… that I had hit and run somebody down and put their life in danger. Seeing the young man covered in blood made me gather my wits. All I could think of was to call an ambulance and call for rescue as soon as possible, " Pausing for breath, Jean looked up at Zed.

"You're right, I don't mean to blame you. But Jean, can you please contact me as soon as something like this happens from now on?" His stare pierced right through Jean's unsureness.

'My wife has an accident but I am told by my subordinate about it first. What a warped equation this is.'

Reflecting on their situation, Zed's heart broke. He could sense that his beloved wife Jean had become somewhat different.

But he couldn't put his finger on what the difference was.

Jean abruptly raised her head and fixedly looked at Zed as if she were trying to gauge something.

The cruel, ruthless playboy image of Zed didn't go with the man in front of her right now. He looked vulnerable to the slightest of words and actions. Who could tell that Zed was this sensitive?

Truth be told, when Jean understood that somebody had been hit by her car, her very first thought was to call Zed, but...

Jean felt the white-hot stab of pain as she thought: 'I am not the only one in his heart. What's the point of calling him to bother him with my problems and worries?

This will just add to our troubles.'

And yet, when she saw a concerned Zed running towards the emergency ward, frantically trying to locate her, she knew he had come dropping everything the minute he knew this had happened.

But then, Jean put two and two together. The police already knew about the accident. How could Zed not?

His intelligence network, needless to say, was unparalleled.

"Um... well." Wearing a demure look on her face, Jean swallowed and nodded a 'yes' to Zed.