Chapter 177 How Many Women Are You With (1/2)

When Jean woke up from her dream at midnight, she found out that no one lay beside her.

Initially, she was blank and lost. It was only after she was wide awake, her face crunched into a quizzical expression.

She put on her slippers and began looking for Zed everywhere in the house. At last, she noticed a trace of light under the door of Zed's study.

Jean yawned. As she was about to push the door, she paused to hear Zed's voice from the inside.

Going to the study in the night wasn't unusual for Zed. As she heard him, it seemed that he was on a call.

Did he have something important to deal with at this hour?

Or was Zed hiding anything from her?

Hadn't they reached an agreement with each other? Both of them had decided to unconditionally trust each other. But why did she doubt him now?

Suddenly, Jean began to grin and slapped her head for her silliness.

She gently pushed the door to avoid startling Zed.

With the door open, she saw that Zed was sitting on the big chair with light coming from the lamp on his desk.

However, Zed was still on the phone with his back towards Jean.

The towering chair covered Zed's frame entirely. Only his jet black short hair could be seen from the top of the chair. The lamp's light gave a smooth lustre to his black hair.

Jean realized that Zed hadn't noticed her even now. She decided to tiptoe towards him and surprise him.

Zed was one of those who didn't express everything readily that came to his mind. It was only after Jean, he had started looking joyful with a mix of different expressions. But most of the times, his stone face looked frightening.

'How will he react if I stealthily approach him from behind?'

Jean chuckled to herself. Before she could stretch out her hands to cover his eyes and give him a surprise, Zed's unusual words stopped her mid-way.

”Jesse, don't cry. Let's talk again when you come here. Is this ok? It is really late in the night now. Just don't think too much. Go and have a good sleep. That's a good girl. You will spoil your face if you don't stop crying...”