After all the things she had gone through, Jean finally realized that the only goal she had pursued was to gratify her own vanity. It hadn't made any sense at all, and in the end she had gotten nothing out of it. However, she was desperately eager to have something that belonged to her. She only wanted somebody to love and care about her, to share weal and woe with her. She would feel very satisfied if she could find someone like that, and now there was only one man around her that she thought could be her Mr. Right: Mond. He was her last hope, and she had all hopes for him.
Mond looked at Jean with loggy eyes, and slowly lifted Jean's chin with his hand, as if he was praising her beauty.
"Why aren't you Cherry?" murmured Mond in a helpless manner.
Jean didn't hear clearly what Mond was talking about, and asked, "Pardon?"
"Why does Jackson have everything? Why am I treated so unfairly? Why?" After he said this, Mond shoved Jean away from him. He thought to himself, 'I don't need anyone around me! I've been alone for so many years, and I've dealt with so many troubles all by myself; I'm strong enough and I don't need anyone's help. What's more, who on Earth can even help me wholeheartedly?'
Jean thought that Mond was drunk and was just rambling in his speech, so she didn't care too much about his words; instead, she sat down next to him, and as she clung around his arm, said, "Mond, what happened between you and Jackson? Why do you hate him so much?"
Jean was very curious to find the answer to her question. She had been around Mond for so many years already, and knew very well how much Mond hated Jackson. His hatred towards him was even deeper than she thought it was. She knew about almost all the things that Mond had done to prepare himself to defeat Jackson, but she still didn't know what his motives were. She knew that Sally and Stephen wanted their revenge because of family feuds and enmities, but what about Mond?
Mond suddenly stared at Jean with a terrifying look in his eyes.
Jean then suddenly felt frightened and regretted her inquiry. She shouldn't have asked him that question, because she knew exactly what he was capable of when he was furious. She was looking for trouble.
After some time, Mond finally said, "You're in no position to know about that! Don't forget the role you play!"
After he said that, Mond stared at Jean and continued, "Don't dare to utter another single word until you figure out what you can ask me and what you can't!"
After this, Mond violently shook Jean's hand off of him. He stood up from the sofa and then walked upstairs step by step, tipsy.
As she looked at Mond's back, Jean couldn't help herself but bite hard on her lip. Although the man had always treated her bad, she still wanted to take good care of him, because she thought that he was just like a child, who was vulnerable and sensible.
After work, Cherry and Selina went downstairs together.
"Cherry, are you going to pick up Joe from school?" asked Selina, with a big smile on her face.
"Yes, I am. By the time I get there, Joe should have finished his school, " replied Cherry, as she looked at her wristwatch. She then continued to ask, "What about you? Are you going straight back home?"
Selina didn't answer her question immediately; instead, she thought for a while, and then said, "Cherry, actually, I'll have dinner with Wilson tonight."
Cherry stared at Selina with a surprised look in her eyes. A delightful smile appeared on her face, and she asked, "Have you already hooked up with each other?"
"Not yet. He just called me and asked me if I wanted to have dinner with him; I'm free tonight, so I said yes, " said Selina, as she let out a shy smile.
"That's great! Just go, it's the perfect opportunity for you to know him better face to face, and you also won't have to ask me things about him anymore, " said Cherry while smiling.
Selina blushed, and said, "Cherry…You're making fun of me again."
"Alright, alright, just try to get along well with each other. Clear?" said Cherry, delighted.
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