Chapter 997 Just Kiss Me

"You don't have to worry. Paul won't be able to attack that girl," Zed told Jean in a soothing tone.

"How can you say that so confidently? ''

They had already commenced their fight. Jean was a little apprehensive about its possible after effects. It was difficult to predict who was going to win.

"I just know it, but I'm not planning to reveal it to you."

Zed rendered a sly smile, which made Jean want to punch his face out of fury. She rolled her eyes at Zed. "Fine. I don't want to know either. Who cares anyways?"

"Hey, that's not the appropriate reaction I was expecting. You should have played along with me."

Zed was unsatisfied with Jean's reaction. He didn't wish to hide his disappointment.

"Well, if that's the case, then tell me. What's the right reaction?" Jean was perplexed.

"Honey, the right reaction should be... you being so curious that you end up begging me to reveal it to you. After a fierce bargaining session, I'll spill it to you once you agree to my condition." After Zed told her his plan, Jean gave him an irritated glance. She wasn't impressed by his thought process.

But nevertheless, she was a little curious about Zed's condition, "Well, tell me what your condition is. I'll see whether we can come to an agreement regarding it or not."

Zed was so glad to hear that. He held Jean's hands immediately with beaming eyes."Just kiss me, will you? I'll then tell you how I know why Paul can't beat that girl."

"Are you a fox? Zed, why are you so cunning?"

Zed kept pointing his cheek with a smug smile as if he kept whispering "Kiss me, kiss me." Jean felt a warm blush on her cheeks. She gracefully pushed Zed away and prepared to plot her escape.

But Zed acted swiftly. Right before she was about to push him, Zed grabbed her hand, placed it over his lips and gently kissed her hand.

Although Zed had the urge to give her a passionate French kiss, he resisted it. Their relationship was just getting stronger by every passing day. If he forced Jean to kiss him while she wasn't entirely comfortable, she would definitely freak out. In that case, all his efforts which he took these days would be in vain. Their prog

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?

"Thank you for what you did for me today."

Jean knew what she was referring to, so she smiled back at the girl. "You don't have to thank me for that. You did it all by yourself. It had nothing to do with me. You deserve the credit entirely.

"That's different. If you hadn't given me the opportunity, I wouldn't have had the chance to get close to him. And if you hadn't insisted, Paul wouldn't have agreed to my condition despite his failure before me," replied the girl plainly.

Jean chose to remain silent because she knew she was right, at least in a partial sense.

But soon Jean had a question that raised her curiosity.

"Could you tell me why you like Paul so much? Is he really so attractive to you?"

The girl smiled wryly. "Honestly, I don't find him so attractive either, but I'm destined to be with him."

"Why is that?" Jean wasn't able to quench her curiosity. Hence, she remained persistent.

"It has something to do with our family's interests. Well, I'll talk to you later. Let me go and correct his moves. That guy isn't training hard enough. I have to keep an eye on him."

As Jean had expected, while the girl was talking, Paul stopped training and stared at Jean.

Jean was still thinking about what she had just said about family interests. She never knew that even in foreign countries, people would consider marrying someone for other benefits. She was under the impression that marriage was all about love.