Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman novel Chapter 40

After careful thinking, Jean realized that it was unnecessary for her to explain her relationship with Ethan to Zed.

Although Jean and Zed were bound together by marriage, Jean believed that they were not affectionate toward each other. As they were not a real couple, it was only a matter of time before they divorced.

Jean limped into the bedroom, and then slammed the door and slid the deadbolt into place.

'Why is Jean so angry? Don't I have the right to be angry?' Zed thought to himself. Although Zed had pushed Jean to the ground rudely, he still held Jean responsible for the incident. After all, she had annoyed him. Since she was to blame, he did not understand why Jean got angry more intensely than he did.

Zed Qi furrowed his eyebrows as he tried to solve this puzzle.

Unable to come up with a satisfactory answer, he decided to confront Jean. He went straight up to the bedroom door and began knocking on it repeatedly and forcefully. However, no one answered him.

"Jean Wen, open the door! Now!" Zed was so furious that he shouted at Jean.

"No! No! No!" Jean insisted on not opening the door for Zed.

"No? You are in my home and occupying my bedroom. How can you refuse? Open the door!"

"I... will not open the door, unless you apologize to me!"

"Apologize? Why should I apologize? It is your fault. You should apologize!"

"Is that so? Fine! If you are going to argue with me, you can stay in whichever room you like except for this bedroom!"

Jean was ill-tempered indeed.

Jean and Zed quarreled like that for a long time. Between shouting at Jean, pacing in the hall, and hammering on the door, there was nothing else that Zed could do. Jean was adamant. As frustration mounted, Zed's face darkened.

A few moments later, Zed lost his patience and raised his hand again to knock at the door.

However, Zed did not get any response from Jean. Fed up with the situation, Jean had crawled into bed. Each time Zed hammered on the door, she would worry that the force he was using would break the door. She pulled the quilt up to her chin and pursed her lips as she glared at the door. When she didn't hear anything, her ears pricked. She was curious about how long Zed would keep knocking. Anyhow, she had made the resolution to ignore him.

"May I request you to open the door, please?"

As soon as Zed realized that his tough attitude would not ease conflicts between him and Jean, he became polite and gentle. When Jean heard Zed's request, she couldn't help bursting into laughter. However, she covered her mouth to prevent Zed from hearing her.

"Jean, I'd like some fresh clothes. I need to take a bath." Zed attempted to speak with a calm voice although his face was still black with rage. When he still didn't receive a response, he pounded on the door.

Jean, who had hopped out of bed to fetch Zed's belongings, waited till he stopped pounding on the door. Then she tip-toed to the door and stuck her ear against it. As soon as she heard footsteps and felt assured that he was walking away, she unbolted the door and tossed his clothes and towel out.

Zed was flabbergasted. He hadn't expected Jean to comply. If he had known what she would do, he would have stayed and forced his way in. As it were, the door had been slammed shut even before he could process the fact that his pajamas and bath towel had come flying out of the room.

'What an awful woman! Her temper is really horrid!' Zed Qi's anger could no longer be restrained. It thrummed through his veins and he felt as though he had to do something. He ran to the door and beat it again with his fist. When silence ensued, he gritted his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows.

"What else do you want? Why can't you tell me in one go ?" Jean shouted at Zed impatiently.

"You forgot my underpants. I have to wear something under the pajamas." Zed lowered his voice and replied. As he imagined Jean's embarrassment, a smile danced on his lips.

Time ticked by ever so slowly as Zed waited for Jean to open the door. His smile grew and disappeared. But the door remained closed. Just as Zed sighed, ready to give up, the door flew open. A blushing Jean stood before Zed with his underwear precariously balanced on her little finger.

"There! Take it."

As soon as Zed reached and took the underpants, Jean withdrew her hand and closed the door again.

After locking the door from the inside, Jean rushed to the bathroom to wash her hands. She used soap to repeatedly scrub the little finger that had touched Zed's underpants.

...

Early the next morning, Jean walked out of the bedroom. She had completely forgotten about last night's events. She languidly walked toward the kitchen, yawning and stretching along the way. She halted the minute she reached the living room!

Jean was astonished to see that Zed was asleep on the sofa. He was only covered with a thin blanket.

She frowned. The villa was huge. He could have picked any guest room to sleep in. Why did he choose to curl up on the sofa?

Having heard Jean's footsteps, Zed woke. He rubbed his eyes and stretched to ease the crick in his neck from spending the night on the sofa. Suddenly he began to cough.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Guilt overcame Jean when she heard the unexpected cough. She rushed to the bedroom and grabbed a thick and soft quilt for Zed. Then she rushed back into the living room and wrapped it around Zed's shoulders. She crouched in front of him and expressed her concern for Zed's health.