Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 126 It Is Up To You

Zed's body turned stiff at Jean's outburst.

'Fall in love with me?' he thought. Thinking he had misheard Jean, he probed her gently, "You just said

that you fall in love with me?"

"Yes, of course. Very much so." Jean slurred.

"Who do you love?" A part of Zed still couldn't believe Jean. Perhaps she was so intoxicated that she

didn't know whom she was talking about. He wanted to hear her to say his name.

With arms still wrapped around Zed's neck, Jean pulled her head back far enough to glare at him. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

Then, without warning, she pressed her hot lips against his cool lips. She murmured, "I love you so

very much, Zed!"

When she finished, Jean's head fell forward as she couldn't handle the drowsiness she was feeling.

Zed felt so warm and comforting that Jean just rested her head on his chest.

Zed found that he couldn't move. What Jean had said and done had turned his world upside down.

After all this time, she had finally been honest about her feelings. Zed's heart soared and a genuine

smile danced on his lips. He would never forget this moment!

Having watched Jean play her tricks on the women for most of the evening and hearing about how they

were scheming to get Jean into trouble had soured Zed's mood. But now, he felt refreshed and excited.

He glanced at her with tenderness and love. His eyes expressed all the love he felt for her. He couldn't

help smiling when he laid Jean down in their bed. His gruff voice tickled her ear as he whispered, "Now

that you have said that you love me, there's no turning back. I won't let you go!"

Although Jean could barely keep her eyes open, her brows smoothened and a tender smile lifted the

corners of her mouth when she heard what Zed had said. She turned around and fell asleep.

It was already late afternoon when Jean woke. She felt dizzy and her mouth was dry. Her stomach

turned at the thought of water. Unsure of what the time was, Jean scrambled to find her phone.

Jean's head hurt when she tried sitting up. What little light danced through the gaps in the curtains

blinded her. She closed her eyes and placed her fingers on her temples and massaged gently.

She tried to piece together what happened the previous night, but Jean could only remember that she

got the women drunk. She forgot what she had done after she had gotten drunk.

Jean stopped massaging her head as she prepared to stand. When she got out of bed, Jean saw a

bowl of soup on the beside table. The soup was still steaming.

'What's this?' Jean slowly lifted the bowl and inhaled deeply. She scrunched her nose and pushed the

bowl away. 'This is so not appetizing, ' she thought. 'What is this?'

"The soup will help you sober up and it will take care of your hangover." Zed said. Zed had been

standing at the door, watching her.

Jean had thought that she was alone. When she heard Zed, she was so startled that she almost spilled

her soup. She was a little miffed. She pouted before shouting at Zed, "Why do you stand in the

shadows? You frightened me!"

"Didn't you notice me standing here?" Zed curled his lips and walked toward her.

Jean froze when she heard Zed's playful question. Was he teasing her? Something didn't feel right.

Why was Zed behaving strangely? She couldn't tell what had changed. But Jean felt as though Zed

was more comfortable around her. Gone was the stiff posture, and cold and awkward demeanor that

used to appear whenever he was near Jean.

"Would you like me to feed you?" Zed asked when he saw that Jean was completely perplexed.

"I can feed myself, thank you very much..." came Jean's reply before the brought the soup closer to her

mouth. Then she began drinking it right out of the bowl. After gulping down the soup, she remembered

that they were supposed to be recording a segment of the show on the beach this afternoon. Given

how brightly the sun was shining, Jean guessed it must be well past mid-day.

She asked anxiously "Am I late for the show? Can we still make it, if we leave now? You knew that we

would be recording a segment at noon today. Why didn't you wake me?" Jean asked.

"You sleep like a hibernating bear! It's impossible to wake you. Trust me, I've tried before." Zed

muttered.

"Hibernating bear?" Jean repeated Zed's analogy in disbelief. "Never mind all that, " she said waving

her hands. "What do we do now? Would the crew be upset with my tardiness? Would they think that I'm

like the other celebrities? That I come and go as I please without care for the value of someone else's

time?" Jean was anxious. She was neither an actress nor a model. Although the crew would be

expecting this behavior from the other women, Jean would have no excuse.

She didn't even want to think about what kind of gossip this would lead to. Everywhere she went,

people found a reason to ridicule her. And missing the shoot would not help!

Zed knew what Jean was worried about. He grinned and walked closer to Jean as he spoke, "Don't

fret. The show has been rescheduled."

"What do you mean?"

"The director told me that we will record this segment tomorrow. It seems as though none of the other

celebrities could get out of bed in time to make the shoot either. They called and told him they had

terrible headaches. The director had no choice but to apologize to me for the delay."

"Oh, I see." Jean was relieved. Yet, another part of her wondered whether she had gone too far last

night. Yes, the women were being mean and they had schemed to get her into trouble. Yes, she had

turned the tables on them. But to miss the shoot altogether?

They hadn't been able to make it for the recording because of her. She made them all drink so much

that they all had headaches! 'Even if they did eventually get out of bed today, they will still feel terrible."

"So... now that we don't have to worry about the show..." Zed said as he gently tucked a lock of hair

behind Jean's ear. He flashed a huge grin as he continued, "What would you like to do now? Are you

hungry?"

Jean was stunned. She frowned and reached out to touch his forehead and then her forehead. She

shook her head and asked, "Have you got a fever? Why did you..."

"What?"

"Never mind." She puckered her dry lips and said, "I am really hungry."

"Would you like to take a shower before heading out for dinner?"

"Sounds great." Jean nodded as she turned and walked toward the bathroom.

Jean didn't know if it was the soup or the shower that had helped her feel better, but she was grateful

nonetheless. As she stepped out of the bathroom, Jean felt completely refreshed. She was in good

state except for a lingering headache.

Jean had learned a lesson after last night's incident. She knew that even if the women angered her

more and she wanted to get revenge, she should not get involved.

As Jean and Zed approached the lobby, the manager came running. He hurriedly informed the young

couple that he had reserved a private room in the dining hall for them. However, Zed refused. He

selected a spot near a window. .

From their seats, Jean and Zed could see the sea and beach. The hotel wasn't too far from the beach.

The thought excited Jean and she bounced in her chair like an enthusiastic girl when she asked Zed,

"Can we take a stroll on the beach after dinner?"

'Zed will think it to be boring and that he will refuse, ' Jean thought. She hoped that her genuine

enthusiasm would convince him to agree. A huge smile grew on Zed's lips as he watched Jean's

reaction. He nodded as he spoke, "We'll do whatever you like. It's up to you."

'It's up to me?' Jean repeated Zed's words in her mind. She was floored. Since when was Zed so

agreeable about things he found mundane? Jean sat back down in silent shock. She couldn't help

staring at Zed with her mouth slightly open.

Despite the shock she had felt at Zed's response, Jean was delighted and surprised.

She was overjoyed because Zed had agreed with her. Perhaps he was still pretending to be a happy

couple because of the reality show?

Just as they were having dinner, Jean heard the waitresses gossiping.

"The duty waiter said that the celebrities slept in the dinning room at the restaurant the whole night!"

"I heard that one of them slept in her own vomit!" "That's disgusting! I can't believe that celebrities

would behave like this. Imagine that! They work so hard to make their career and build an image and

then they behave so poorly. To think that I was going to ask for their autograph! Gross."

"Me too! I was a crazy fan of one of them. I didn't imagine that their personal lives were in turmoil. How

could they drink so much and pass out in a dining room with several men?"

"It doesn't make a difference. Her husband was there too! Stop talking nonsense!"

Jean nearly threw up after hearing their gossip. 'Sleeping in their vomit for the whole night? Did that

really happen?

That was more humiliation than I had planned for them.' Jean thought. She merely wanted the

celebrities to get drunk, just as they had planned to do to her. And that is why she pushed them to

drink, however, she didn't intend for them to damage their own images.

"Why didn't you ask a waiter to escort them back to their rooms?" Jean asked Zed.

"Wasn't it their husbands' duty to do so?" Zed asked in reply. He raised his eyebrows and said calmly,

"If I asked waiters to take them back, I would be responsible for anything that happened to these

women. What if they got assaulted? I wasn't going to be responsible for something like that."

Jean paused and thought about what Zed had said, "Wow, that is a good reason. Thank you for doing

that! If someone had malicious intent, the actresses were in a position to be taken advantage of. That

would have led to severe consequences. Luckily they were safe, otherwise I would..."