Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 95 Shoot For The Popular Star

Jean watched him for a while and then turned to lie on her back. What did this man feel about her? It

looked as if he didn't care and didn't love her. But what he did contradicted that impression.

She shook her head. Jean always overthought everything. And this time was no different. 'How could it

be possible for this man to love me? If I hadn't been hurt because of him, he wouldn't feel guilty enough

to buy the medicines.'

She closed her eyes and kept contemplating the situation. Eventually, she fell asleep.

The next morning, she heard a noise from the kitchen. She changed her clothes and stepped out of the

bedroom. Jean was surprised to see that breakfast had already been served on the table in the living

room.

Porridge, fried eggs, and noodles.

Only this much? It was much worse than the breakfast she had in Zed's house yesterday. She

suddenly remembered that Zed only knew how to cook simple food. She pursed her lips as she turned

toward the bathroom.

When she got out, two cups of milk had been added to the breakfast spread.

"Have some breakfast." Zed frowned as he looked at what he had placed on the table. He seemed

pretty displeased.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked with confusion as she sat down and grabbed the cup of milk. She

took a slow sip as she waited for Zed to reply.

He took a bite of the egg reluctantly before looking up, "When you stay in my villa, my fridge is full of

food, but there's nothing to eat in your fridge."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jean realized that he was upset because of how bare her fridge was.

Looking at the breakfast on the table, she noticed that this was all that she had in the house. She

smiled with embarrassment and explained, "I usually eat outside after getting off work. So I don't keep

too much food in the fridge."

Zed pulled a face as he chewed on the egg he had just shoveled into his mouth. He put down the knife

and the fork in his hands and then stood.

"Where are you going?" Jean asked surprised.

"Home!" Zed said curtly.

She raised her eyebrows, 'He is going back home for breakfast?' Jean continued to dig into her

porridge. Although he didn't know how to cook many dishes, the porridge Zed made was good.

"Your leg is hurt. You should stay at home. Pack your things and I'll bring you to the villa." Zed said as

he trashed the food in his plate.

Jean was dazed for a second. She raised her head and glanced at Zed. Though her thigh was swollen

and it hurt to walk, it shouldn't stop her from normal activities. Wouldn't it be silly if she didn't go to work

because of a minor injury?

But she knew that if she argued with Zed, things would get unpleasant. Also, there was no convincing

Zed once he had made up his mind. So she turned to him and smiled, "You go home first. The landlord

made an appointment with me earlier. I will meet with him before joining you at the villa." Jean lowered

her head and glared at the porridge. She didn't want Zed to see through her lies.

But Zed didn't say anything.

After he left, she cleaned up the dishes and left for work. Jean also carried her bag of clean clothes for

later.

The team had worked hard the previous day to complete the big project. Today, there was

comparatively less work to be done. After lunch, the company prepared the afternoon tea. Jean didn't

have anything to do, so she found a corner spot where she could spend her break with her colleague,

Maranda. The two women were basking in the sunlight and drinking coffee.

Maranda had a good appetite so she grabbed several desserts. She sat beside Jean, delighted by

what she had selected.

"Jean, do you think I'm pretty?" Maranda said after taking a bite of a dessert.

"Jean, do you think I will find a boyfriend?" She asked before Jean could reply.

"Jean, do you think ..." She continued.

"That's enough. You don't need to say 'do you think' any more. You are pretty and of course, you will

find a boyfriend." Jean said with a smile. Jean pouted helplessly, "And I found something."

"What is it?" Maranda asked curiously.

"Quiet like an elegant lady and brisk like a rabbit." Jean replied as she continued to flip through the

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Maranda was dazed for a while and eventually understood what Jean had meant. She held onto Jean's

arms and widened her eyes, "How can you judge me like that? Wait and see. I will tickle you to death

..."

They were playing around when Jean leaned backwards to avoid Maranda. They were sitting on the

barstools by the bar counter. However, when Jean leaned too far back, she lost her balance.

Maranda saw that and widened her eyes. She tried to grab Jean to prevent her from falling.

But she wasn't able to reach Jean in time. Jean flailed her arms as she felt herself falling. Maranda bit

her lip, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She didn't dare to see what would happen to Jean.

Just as Jean thought she was going to fall on the ground and hurt herself again, a pair of warm hands

stopped her descent. Then she felt a gentle push. The barstool was pushed into an upright position

with Jean still on top.

She hadn't quite registered what had happened when a dark shadow fell over her.

"You seem to be in a great mood."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Maranda opened her eyes. She smiled at the handsome and bright

face in front of her.

Her heart trembled slightly and her face flushed instantly.

It was John! Jean sighed in relief, "Thank you for saving me. I thought I was going to have another

clash with the ground today."

"Another?" He frowned, "You've already fallen today?"

"Don't worry about it, " Jean said waving her hand dismissively. "It was not a serious fall." She took a

sip of coffee to calm herself. Looking around, she found nobody else was around. She asked with

confusion, "Where has everyone gone?"

"They went to the cafe across the street for their afternoon tea." John said as he looked at the two

women.

"Why don't you join us then?" Maranda asked eagerly as she passed him the desserts. She found it

hard to hold the plate straight as she felt as though her whole body was shaking with nervousness.

"Thank you. I'm fine." John replied. He refused her desserts euphemistically and then sat down next to

the two women.

He looked outside the window and said, "You are truly good at picking spots. This is the quietest and

sunniest spot in the company."

"It's so hard to have such a moment to relax. Of course, we'll find a quiet place." Maranda echoed,

looking into his eyes.

Jean stirred her coffee and leaned her head on her hand, "It seems you are familiar with this spot. You

like it when it's quiet, don't you? Is this your private spot?"

She smiled as she spoke. Jean's teeth sparkled in the sunlight as her lips curved into a charming smile.

Her distinctive features looked exceptionally gorgeous in the bright sunlight as well.

John was dumbfounded when he saw how astonishingly beautiful Jean looked. He blinked rapidly and

smiled, "I used to have a cup of coffee here when I got tired from work."

Seeing they were chatting so happily, Maranda felt dejected, "Jean, you joined only a month before me,

am I correct? How come... you two are so familiar with each other?"

Jean knew that Maranda had feelings for John. She was afraid that Maranda might misunderstand her

relationship with John, and so she explained, "We had a chance to eat together earlier. I was told by

someone close to John that he likes quiet places. Since this is the quietest place in the company, I only

had a guess that he used to come here."

"Now I get it." She sighed in relief before turning to John and asking with a subtle tilt of her head,

"John, if you like quiet, I can introduce a book shop to you. I go there every weekend. It is pretty quiet

there."

"I don't like reading." He replied lightly and turned to Jean, "There will be a big assignment tomorrow."

Maranda was upset at how abruptly John had turned down her friendly offer. With nothing to do while

Jean and John spoke, she played with her fingers.

"A big assignment?"

"Yes, it's Selena Miao."

"Selena Miao?" Maranda and Jean said with excitement at the same time. Selena was a popular star

who had acted in a lot of movies and TV series!

Presumably only masters like Sonny would be invited to shoot for her.

Maranda seemed to be more excited than Jean. She asked happily, "Is Selena going to come here?

Can I ask her for an autograph ..."

"She's not coming here." John replied.

"Oh." Maranda lowered her head in disappointment. But she suddenly remembered something. A hint

of expectation arose in her eyes, "Since our boss is going, you will be accompanying him. Could you

please ask her for an autograph for me?"