Chapter 918 Do You Think I Am Being Unreasonable

On the verge of breaking down, Zed let out a sigh.

"What was that? Why are you sighing? Do you think I am being unreasonable?" Jean questioned coldly. The changes in his expression didn't escape her attentive eyes. Sensing that he seemed helpless and glum upset her greatly.

"You haven't really understood me. Let's go to my office. I will explain to you," Zed proposed, struggling to refrain from expressing his disappointment. He lowered his head and took her hand in a bid to escort her to his office.

To his surprise, she quickly squirmed out of his grip. Looking at him coldly, she sneered, "I reckon this is what you think of me right now. You think I am creating a scene and trying to embarrass you, so you aren't going to let other people see me."

"That's enough!" Zed snarled at her in an unexpected moment of spontaneous anger.

Jean was pushing the limits of his patience so much so that he wasn't able to keep it concealed any longer.

With surprise written all over her face, she retorted, "Are you yelling at me?"

"I'm so sorry, Jean. I got carried away. I have been exhausted lately. You know I have to take care of lots of things with regard to the hotel I've recently taken over," Zed responded with a sigh, scratching his head and looking immeasurably frustrated.

Jean continued gaping at him as her lips kept shivering. She couldn't conceive the fact that Zed had barked at her.

"I'm so sorry. Can you stop being mad at me? That was just a dream. I didn't cheat on you. And I did fire Julie just as you asked. She isn't at the hotel. So... stop woolgathering, okay?"

When these words came out of his lips, his face seemed to be filled with helplessness.

'These people may not understand what we are talking about. But the fact that they haven't learnt Chinese does not mean they're stupid. They can easily figure out from our expressions that we are arguing with each other.'

At the thought of this, Zed felt his head losing focus.

Jean's eyes were overwhelmed with tears. She didn't feel any better after hearing his rather awkward explanation. Choosing not to utilize her tongue to say another word, she made her way towards the lift.

"Where are you going?" Zed asked, flustered. He strode

Falling from nobility, Zen Luo became a humble slave and served as a human punchbag for his former cousins. Inadvertently, he found a way to refine himself into a weapon and a legend started because of that. With a strong belief in never surrender, he strove for revenges and pursued big dreams. Warriors from various clans contended for hegemony and the world was stirred. Relying on the body that was comparable to a powerful weapon, Zen beat his numerous enemies on his way to the immortality. Would he succeed eventually?

riously? Which language do you think I was speaking when we were in that bakery?" Jean snapped, rolling her eyes at him. 'Although I can't speak English fluently, I can manage both languages. I consider my linguistic skill a valuable asset.'

James laughed out loud as he replied, "I was joking because you neglected me. Come on now, at least tell me your name."

Jean pressed her cheek against the bottle. 'After exercising for a while, I feel as if my face is burning. It certainly does feel nice to keep this cold bottle on my skin.'

Fixing her eyes on James attentively, she asked, "Why do you want to know my name?"

"We both have been betrayed today. Didn't you go to that hotel to catch your boyfriend who is having an affair as well? Me too," he explained.

Jean sneered, "We're not in the same situation. You caught your girlfriend cheating in a red handed situation. I didn't. I couldn't."

James' face darkened instantly as he said, "Come on, don't add insult to injury. Besides, I saw you arguing with each other. I'm fairly sure that you'll break up soon."

Jean turned gloomy. She threw him an angry stare before retorting, "You know absolutely nothing about us."

With a shrug, James said, "If you don't want to tell me your name, I will not coerce you. I will continue to hit the bag. Help yourself out."

Jean lowered her head and took her cell phone out of her handbag. She slid the screen and failed to see any missed calls or unread messages waiting for her.