Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 54 Silly Woman, Your Ignorance Is Painful

"Erm, boss, my cellphone is out of power and I don't have any money on me......" She didn't know what

to do either, it was her first time in such situation.

The boss took a glimpse of Jean, "Judging from your clothes, they aren't cheap. You don't look like a

swindler. However, I operate a business, not charity, so you'll still have to pay up."

"I didn't say that I wouldn't. I just don't have money right now. How about tomorrow? I will find a place to

charge my cellphone and call my friend to pick me up. By that time, I can pay for my meal. Is this

alright?"

At that moment, she felt so helpless.

With the mention of her cellphone, the eyes of the boss gleamed, "Well, you can just keep your

cellphone here and return tomorrow when you find a charger".

Jean had no choice but to give her cellphone to the boss as guarantee.

She was drowned in powerlessness when such situation happened. Jean walked on the street with her

luggage, feeling extremely depressed. This town was quiet, very different from the city as it would be

ablaze by now.

Only a few pedestrians roamed the streets and shops closed early. She was left alone to wander

around aimlessly and helplessly.

Her long walk led her back to where she started. No one was around either. It was dark, nothing around

but an old street light illuminating a stop sign.

The night was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing clearly. It was completely dark ahead as

the street light failed to brighten anything further.

A cold breeze chilled her face. Such tranquil night reminded her of the night outside the operation room

several years ago. Those dim lights that shone down the aisle made her feel nothing but despair.

Her mother passed away peacefully inside the operation room while her father stayed outside with

another woman. At that time, she was still a child. Incapable of understanding human warmth, only

fear. Feared of being alone and without anyone to rely on.

It was a feeling she had forgotten over the years. It came back to haunt her tonight. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

The face of her mother was all but a blurry memory at that moment. What's left was the despair of

being alone. Jean bent down slowly, lowered her head and buried it between her thighs.

Despair consumed her whole as the streets remained deserted. She had nothing now. No family, no

friends, no money, nothing.

Just her, alone in this forsaken corner. Jean couldn't help but to cry over those thoughts. She tried to be

strong her whole life but she couldn't help but to break down now.

It's unknown how long Jean had squatted there crying. She was afraid. The experience at the hospital

traumatized her. The trauma was gradually buried deep inside her these years

But now...... How could she get through this? How could she get through tonight? What about

tomorrow? She didn't know.

Zed...... Zed, Zed, where are you? She suddenly missed that man. She was desperate to divorce him

and to never see him again but now, she wished it badly that he would just appear in front of her.

Had she gone mad? There was no way Zed would came to her aid.

In fact, no one really cared about her at all. She was abandoned. Even if she didn't agree to sever her

father-daughter relationship, she was unloved by all her blood-related.

As time passed, Jean's feet became numb after squatting for so long. She didn't feel any better, in fact,

the more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.

Moments later, the sound of a driven car can be heard from afar. It closed in and seemed to have

parked right in front of her.

Jean paid no attention to it until the hunk of black metal stopped. She lifted her head up; eyes blurred

from all her tears as a familiar face slowly came to sight.

Zed? Jean was baffled and her body began to tremble. It was almost pitch black here, she might have

mistaken?

She rubbed her eyes and stood up hastily. What came to view was a broad chest with a slender figure

along with a familiar scent.

At last, that cold and expressionless face was in front of her. He was as icy as ever, yet, she could feel

warmth.

"Jean, why on earth are you here alone?!" Zed asked in a stern tone. It was hard to tell if he was

blaming her or feeling concerned for her.

"Zed!" She hugged Zed tightly and sobbed in his arms. She never felt that a man's chest was so strong

and warm.

She threw all her pride away and cried her heart out.

Zed was frozen in place. His cold expression slowly melted with heart ache. He was originally angry

with Jean for going missing in such foul place.

He rushed all the way here since her calls couldn't be reached. Zed was worried that he couldn't locate

Jean even if he drove over. Fortunately, he found her by the intersection.

Seeing her squatting down by the side gave his anxious heart a shock.

Jean was tired from crying. She leaned against him quietly. Zed proceeded to pick her up and placed

her into the car along with her luggage into the trunk.

It wasn't very cold as summer had just passed. It was only a little chilly at night. He picked his suit up

from the back seat and put it on Jean. He then continued driving.

His brows remained knitted all this time even though he had found Jean.

He thought to himself, 'Your idiot. It's already so late, it's fine if you are alone but do you really have to

squat by the road side? What if the person who stop in front of you wasn't me? What if it was bad

company?'

He didn't wake her up even though he was furious. He parked by the side and looked at Jean. It was

quiet in the car, he could only hear her breathing. Her eyelashes were long and delicate like butterfly

wings with small pearl-like tears hanging on them. Jean shivered from time to time.

Jean didn't sleep long and woke up soon after. As she opened her eyes, she found herself inside the

car and stood up from shock. She hit her head to the roof of the car.

"Ouch!" Yelling in pain, Jean bit her lips, turned around and was startled to find Zed. "Why are you

here?"

She questioned whether this was a dream. That face was so real. There was no way it was not Zed but

how was this possible?

How did Zed end up here?

"I've tracked your location via your phone." He spoke neutrally but his face showed a little concern.

Jean kept silent for a while. Rubbing her head with her hand, she asked: "You installed a GPS tracker

in my cellphone?" She was not sure if she should be angry or surprised.

She was angry because she wasn't allowed any freedom, her movement was tracked anytime and

anywhere. Though she felt relieved too because if it wasn't for the tracker, she would not be sitting in

his car right now.