Chapter 64 Zeds Cold Attitude (2/2)

”I don’t want a divorce!”

”I did no such thing!”

Ella jumped on the bed and cried out. “I don’t want a scheming woman as my wife. Just sign the paper...

o stare out of the window as the bus rumbled through the busy city roads from its starting station to the terminal. A destination in particular, seemed unimportant.

This time as well, Jean took the bus. She found a comfortable spot near a window and leaned against it to watch the world whisk by. It was rush hour and there was a traffic jam. Jean was lost in her thoughts as she watched the crowd coming and going.

This was the most bustling street in the city. There were people everywhere; in cars, in buses, on cycles and the pedestrian walk. There was so much noise!

But Jean felt completely isolated from the world. The jollification and business around had nothing to do with her. At that moment, she could not hear anything.

In her mind, there was only the indifferent voice of Zed. She replayed their meeting in her mind again and again, and each time, it was like a knife through her heart.

It felt so ridiculous, that she could not help laughing. Just as quickly as she had started, Jean stopped. Tears threatened to escape but Jean pursed her lips together in order not to cry out. She wiped away the few that had fallen against her will.

The next day, Jean went to work and pretended as though nothing had happened. She modified the photos and sent them back to the Propaganda Department of the Qi Group. This time her photographs were approved. Since Jean's work was done, she decided to take a break.

She went to the water cooler and made herself a cup of coffee. When she came out, she happened to meet John.

John had been holding a cup. They didn't know each other well and shared little common ground. Although John was one year younger than Jean, he was exceptionally calm. He was Sonny's assistant, but his skill in photography was not inferior to any person employed by Sonny.

Since John had a very attractive and handsome face, most female colleagues at the company fawned over John.

It was mid-afternoon, the window near the water cooler was wide open, and the sun slanted in. The warm sunlight shone on John as he entered the room. Dressed in causal clothes, with his hair neatly done, John looked charming.