Chapter 939 We Need To Talk (1/2)
When Jean was about to walk into the kitchen to find out about the noise, Zed was going out of it. Seeing Jean, Zed said softly, ”You're up. Did I wake you up with all this noise?”
Jean shook her head in reply. She was still surprised to see him in an apron. Getting her senses back, she asked, ”Why aren't you in the hotel? Don't you have to work today?”
Zed walked towards the dining table and placed down the food he prepared, while talking to Jean. ”Well, I wanted to make you some breakfast first before leaving for the hotel. Also, you got drunk last night, so I made some rice porridge for you. Oh, and did you brush your teeth already?” he asked warmly.
Jean nodded her head in reply before walking towards the table and getting seated. Zed headed back to the kitchen to get the rest of the food. While waiting, Jean picked her phone up and opened her WeChat to find a few messages from James this morning. At that time, she was still sleeping, so she wondered why the messages were already marked Read.
Jean narrowed her eyes and thought, 'Obviously, it was impossible for me to open my WeChat and read these messages in my dream.'
Finally, Zed came out of the kitchen, placing the bowl of rice porridge in front of her. ”Here. The porridge is ready. Don't take it all in. It's still quite very hot,” he warned.
”Okay, thank you,” Jean replied with a nod. She got a spoon to stir the contents of her bowl, and with her free hand, she started to read the messages.
As Zed was sitting across from Jean, he saw where her focus was at and asked softly, ”What are you looking at?”
”Haven't you read them already?” Jean replied nonchalantly before casting a quick glance at him.
Zed's eyes widened a little in surprise and said, ”Well—”
Jean immediately cut him off and said, ”You don't have to explain yourself. Besides, I don't have any dirty secrets on my phone, so you could check it out anytime you want. I'm much more honest than you anyway.” She said the last sentence in a very low voice.
Even still, Zed heard it very well. Feeling anxious, he swallowed a bile on his throat and wondered what to say to that. With a clear look of Jean, he opened his mouth and said, ”I thought I have already explained to you everything between Julie and me.”
Placing her spoon down, Jean focused her attention on Zed, crossing her arms on top of the table, and asked, ”Did you have sex with Miss Julie? How many times? How did it feel?” She kept her cold eyes on Zed, seemingly asking something unnecessary.
With sincere eyes, Zed frowned at Jean glumly for her questions and replied, ”Jean, please, can you at least give me a little credit?”