Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman novel Chapter 355

Moore sounded better than the last time. There wasn't anything strange judging by his tone. Jean sighed in relief. 'Moore must have been longly these days." She brushed the imaginary dust on her jeans with her unoccupied hand before gently pushing the door open, and a huge smile plastered on her face.

As soon as the door opened, she immediately caught sight of the quite huge glass window with its curtains drawn in the center of the room. On the window's ledge was a simple white vase full of flowers that was permitted by the hospital. Beside the window was a small table. On top of the table was an air purifier, making the whole room smell like a stereotypical hospital room. The bed was situated in between the table and a similar table on the bed's right side. It was empty unlike the rolling table with empty plates on it. The television was turned on into a news channel but in mute. Finally, she turned to Moore who had an IV connected on his left hand.

She smiled hesitantly and called out his name. After hearing his name on her voice, she walked slowly towards him with a confident smile this time and added,"I came here to see you."

She stopped at his non-verbal response, eyes widened in surprise. She expected that he would be happy to see her, but instead, he only gave her an expressionless glance, a shadow crossing across his face, and then turned away to look out of the window.

She felt a pang of ache at Moore's indifference towards her as if he didn't recognize her. Despite this, she kept the smile on her face. She moved closer towards him and heaved a deep sigh before asking,"Are you still angry with me? I know I left without saying goodbye last time, but you should know that I had no choice. I didn't know that Zed would come here unexpectedly just to pick me up and insisted that I should go home. Honestly, after that, everything just happened in the blink of an eye that I even couldn't spare some time to breathe,"

Jean explained, hoping that Moore would understand and forgive her.

After a moment of silence, Moore turned his attention to Jean and responded,"So why did you come here and waste your precious time? I thought you are so busy." His eyes pierced at Jean with such coldness that he could be shooting ice towards her. However, the emotion of sorrow slowly became evident on his face and furrowing his eyebrows was his way to hide it.

Jean's smile dropped. Whenever Moore saw her, he had always been wearing a happy smile. This time was the complete opposite, making him unrecognizable. Suddenly, Jean felt a pang of guilt. She was the one at fault, so it was only right of Moore to treat her this way for she might have really hurt his feelings, and she totally deserved it.

Even though Jean felt so dejected at Moore's constant aloofness towards her, a smile crept on her face once more, hoping this time she could please him. "Oh, about the video, you must have heard in the news!" Jean sat on the chair she pulled from the bedside table and beamed,"I rushed here to see you after the video incident was handled."

Moore's expression wasn't fazed by the news. "Do I owe you a thank you then for coming here to see me?" Jean's smile dropped again. Before she could respond, Moore said,"Well then, thank you." Then he turned his gaze back towards the window, adding,"Now that you are satisfied seeing me well, you can leave now. I still feel a little tired, and all I want right now is to take a rest." Jean couldn't believe how Moore treated her. She expected him to return back to his cheery state, but got a worse and impolite response.

She wasn't sure why he was still continuing this act despite all her efforts to keep a smile on her face and try to please him. At that moment, she felt as if she had had enough of his attitude. Anger started to build inside her, and the smile on her face completely vanished as if it wasn't there in the first place.

Standing up, she frowned and thought, 'Ever since I came here, you have been wearing such a long face, and in spite of my attempts to please you, you still don't appreciate them.'

"What the hell do you want, Moore? What do you want me to do?" Jean finally asked irritably, her voice rising. The guilt was gone, so was her temper. With a little impatience, she spoke again,"Yes, I know that it was wrong of me to leave without saying goodbye or any parting words. But I think it is completely immature of you to still have that attitude towards me. Seriously, if you don't want to see me, just tell me, so I wouldn't have to keep trying to please you in vain." She swallowed a lump in her throat, waiting for a response from him. Hearing none, she said with great hesitation,"Since it seems that way, I'm sorry for wasting your time and for bothering you. I won't come here anymore, so you can now rest assured."

Before she could take back the words she didn't want to say, she immediately turned around and walked away still with the fruit basket she had brought for him in hand.

After taking a few steps towards the door, she only then realized what she had forgotten, so she stopped and thought about it for a moment. Reluctantly, she walked back towards the bed. Besides, she brought it for him. She took one heavy step after another. Instead of placing the fruit basket on the empty table, she furiously dumped the basket on his bed, letting out all her frustration in that one basket. However, the basket suddenly fell over the floor after toppling on the uneven surface of the bed.

With eyes wide and mouth wide open, Jean could do nothing but witness the basket drop on the floor, the fruits rolling out of it in an instant.

She was stunned for a moment and stood there in regret. She didn't know what to do.

'Should I just turn and walk away?

Or should I stay?

Or better yet, should I pick up the fruits before I leave?' She wondered. Her gaze was fixated on the empty basket on the ground.

After a short while, she decided to pick the fruits up and then thought about what to do after, while doing so. Before she could bend down, however, she stopped after hearing a soft sigh, but enough for her to hear, coming from Moore.

This reaction from him surprised her again.

She turned her gaze towards him as Moore did the same to her. As their eyes met, Jean wasn't quite sure but knew that she saw helplessness in his eyes, but this confusing turn of his attitude just angered her more. She hated feeling uncertain.

"What are you looking at? Pick them up yourself!" After she uttered these words impulsively, she turned her back on him and intended to walk out for sure this time, but she was stopped once more by Moore's voice behind her.

"I will never forgive you if you leave this way." At this point, after seeing Jean act rashly, Moore felt as if he didn't have any other choice but to threaten her. His hands clenched into tight fists out of impatience and frustration.

Meanwhile, Jean froze at his words. She turned back to face him with fury in her eyes and complete disbelief on her face. "Did you just threaten me?"