Love Mission: Ex-wife Strikes Back

Jean smiled bitterly. Then she continued opening up to Terence. "I grew up with my sister. I believe that she isn’t a bad person and will never do such a thing."

"You are too naive, Jean." Terence shook his head. "Think about it carefully. If she was really so good, how would I marry her three years ago?"

A trace of disgust flashed across his face. "She forced me to marry her. What else she can't do?"

Jean lowered her head, hiding her wicked smile.

Since there was no effect when she wanted to change their relationship overtly, she had a different plan. Jean would try to use circuitous tactics. Terence would give up on Julia when he would keep thinking that she had a new boyfriend. And his endgame would be Jean.

"Anyway, you promised me that you wouldn’t be angry," Jean pouted.

"Don’t worry. I’m not angry." Terence’s face softened. "Here we are. You’d better go inside now."

"What about you?" Jean unfastened her seat belt, but refused to get out of the car immediately. Instead, she looked at Terence beside her. "It’s raining

s fingers on the pajamas, he felt how smooth and soft they were. They looked really comfortable to wear too. He knew that pajamas of that brand were not cheap. Obviously, Jean really put her mind into buying them.

"You're welcome," she acknowledged. "I've cleaned your room and added some new stuff, including toiletries. I also changed the bed and pillow covers. Also I'm taking them out religiously to bask in the sun. You can often come here to visit and sleep."

"Well then, I'm going upstairs," Terence told Jean. In his room, he took off his clothes and accessories quickly. He felt so relaxed after taking a long, warm shower. Everything was warm and cozy. However, his mind kept wandering off. He had struggled sleeping.

Jean wore the couple pajamas. Knowing that the man she loved and adored so much was in the next room, gave her butterflies. She tossed and turned herself in the bed. Like Terence, she couldn't sleep at all.

Although they slept in separate rooms, it didn't matter to her. 'We will get married anytime soon,' Jean thought.