Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 55 One Room, Two Persons

Jean was supposed to get angry with Zed because he installed a tracker in her cell phone. It made her

felt that he was keeping an eye on her at all times. But she knew that she'd better let it go because she

needed Zed's help right now. Jean thought, 'If I piss him off, he may kick me out of his car. So I should

obey him for now.'

Jean cautiously sat beside Zed. She suddenly remembered that she was crying the moment Zed found

her. Jean felt so embarrassed that she almost petrified. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

She had made a fool of herself in front of Zed. Jean thought, 'If he wants to take shots at me in the

future, he will be talking about what happened today for a long time.'

"Why the hell did you come here?" Zed inquired coldly.

Jean was stunned. She turned to look at him. His face with clean-cut features looked icy. He kept

looking forward without any intention of turning to her. His features were perfect. He could attract any

woman even if his face remained expressionless.

In this dark and deserted place, Jean felt like she was starved for days, she would jump at any

opportunity when any delicacy was presented to her.

However, she controlled herself. Jean gulped and smiled in embarrassment before telling Zed the

whole story.

She could feel Zed's mood had sunk rock bottom by the end of her explanation.

"Are you a fool?" Zed turned around and frowned, "You didn't notice when your money had been stolen

nor have you realized your cell phone was drained of power. Don't you think you would be a laughing

stock if anyone heard about this?"

Jean stared at Zed, wide eye and miserable.

"How would I know things would end up like this. Who knows when my purse would be stolen? It could

happen before I took the ride or maybe even after. Anyway... This won't happen again." Depressed,

Jean bowed her head.

Looking back at her experience today, Jean felt she had used up all the bad luck in her life. She'd

probably experienced all the unfortunate there was and there shouldn't be more.

But... Jean gently bit her lip and asked in a soft tone, "You didn't have to come here yourself even if you

knew where I was. It's so far and remote, what if you ran out of gas, we'll be..."

"We did run out of gas." He raised his eyebrows and continued, "If I don't come here in person, how

would I know you aren't cheating behind my back?"

"Cheating behind your back? Zed, can you stop thinking about those dirty thoughts, wait... what did you

just say? The car is out of gas?" Jean shocked. She looked at him in disbelief, then saddened.

Those words were a thunderbolt out of a clear sky. Zed's coming was her silver lining, her light of hope

in this darkness. In the mist of her despair a savior came to her. But now, this savior ran out of gas! So

in the end, they couldn't leave for the city as well.

What's worse was that the casualty had increased by one.

Jean felt guilty as she lowered her head, "I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

Zed didn't say anything. The air in the car became still and moody. The peaceful night was much like

the surface of a lake, calm without a ripple.

"From now on, you are not allowed to go anywhere far away without my permission. What if this

happened again? Don't you think it's hard on me to have to company you?" It sounded like Zed was

blaming Jean but his gaze said otherwise. They were filled with concern for her.

She thought she was delusional, so she looked up at him and said, "You..." However, her words were

stuck in her throat. After hesitating for a while, she merely nodded, "I understand."

"Do you know where we can stay for the night?"

"A place to stay?" Jean thought for a while and remembered the hotel she passed by several hours

ago. She pointed towards the direction of the hotel, "There is one, not far from here."

After parking their car at an appropriate place, it took about 10 minutes for them to find the hotel. The

dim light at the entrance shone on the sign, letting them know it was a hotel.

After entering, they saw a woman at the front desk. She was watching TV on her phone. They looked

around the old, shabby hotel.

Jean gulped and looked at Zed with concern. He probably had never seen such a crude place before.

To have him stay at here for the night, it would be hard for him to get a good sleep.

The innkeeper was a woman in her thirties. She had a generous face even though she was a little fat.

She was surprised when she saw both of them, especially Zed. She stared at him for quite a while

because he wasn't ordinary. Why would someone dressed in a suit appear in a deserted town such as

this one? It was more unusual that he was a really good-looking guy.

"Do you want a room here?" asked the innkeeper, looking uncertainly at Zed and Jean. Even though

she was a country folk, with only one look at Zed, well-dressed with an air of importance, she could tell

he was from the upper class.

Then her eyes fell on Jean. Different from Zed, she was dressed normally and appeared a little wild.

The innkeeper wondered about their relationship.

She didn't take her eyes off Zed. Every woman would be attracted by a handsome man like Zed, the

innkeeper was no exception. She looked as if she was about to fall head over heels for him.

"We would like to get one clean room."

"Just one?" Jean and the innkeeper asked at the same time.

"Is there anything wrong with that, honey?" Zed raised a brow. With doubt in his eyes, he looked at the

innkeeper, then at Jean.

The innkeeper gaped for a moment when she heard Zed calling Jean 'Honey'. Then, with

disappointment, she arranged a room for them.

Jean froze in place. With all things considered, they were a pair of legally married couple. But ...

"Urm, can we have separate rooms? I'll pay you back later." Jean hesitated. That surprised the

innkeeper beside her.

After receiving the payment, she put the key on the table, "Your room is the first one on the left."

She took a look at Jean and muttered to herself, "Is the woman out of her mind? Why would she want a

separate room when she has such a handsome and rich husband."

If it were her, she would have been all over him by now.

"Unless you have the money to rent your own room, you'll have to sleep on the street tonight!" Zed

picked up the key and left Jean mercilessly. He walked towards the room that the innkeeper pointed

earlier.

He frowned at the key in his hand and opened the door.

'Sleeping on the street?'

Jean would never let herself do so. She had nothing to lose in the past but now... If she made him

angry now, she might not be able to get back home.

So she entered the room with Zed.

It was a small room, only about ten square meters. Apart from a bed, there was a bathroom which

could only fit one person.