Chapter 95 Shoot For The Popr Star


    Jean watched him for a while and then turned to lie on her back. What did this man feel about her? It


    looked as if he didn''t care and didn''t love her. But what he did contradicted that impression.


    She shook her head. Jean always overthought everything. And this time was no different. ''How could it


    be possible for this man to love me? If I hadn''t been hurt because of him, he wouldn''t feel guilty enough


    to buy the medicines.''


    She closed her eyes and kept contemting the situation. Eventually, she fell asleep.


    The next morning, she heard a noise from the kitchen. She changed her clothes and stepped out of the


    bedroom. Jean was surprised to see that breakfast had already been served on the table in the living


    room.


    Porridge, fried eggs, and noodles.


    Only this much? It was much worse than the breakfast she had in Zed''s house yesterday. She


    suddenly remembered that Zed only knew how to cook simple food. She pursed her lips as she turned


    toward the bathroom.


    When she got out, two cups of milk had been added to the breakfast spread.


    "Have some breakfast." Zed frowned as he looked at what he had ced on the table. He seemed


    pretty displeased.


    "What''s wrong with you?" She asked with confusion as she sat down and grabbed the cup of milk. She


    took a slow sip as she waited for Zed to reply.


    He took a bite of the egg reluctantly before looking up, "When you stay in my vi, my fridge is full of


    food, but there''s nothing to eat in your fridge."


    As soon as he finished speaking, Jean realized that he was upset because of how bare her fridge was.


    Looking at the breakfast on the table, she noticed that this was all that she had in the house. She


    smiled with embarrassment and exined, "I usually eat outside after getting off work. So I don''t keep


    too much food in the fridge."


    Zed pulled a face as he chewed on the egg he had just shoveled into his mouth. He put down the knife


    and the fork in his hands and then stood.


    "Where are you going?" Jean asked surprised.


    "Home!" Zed said curtly.


    She raised her eyebrows, ''He is going back home for breakfast?'' Jean continued to dig into her


    porridge. Although he didn''t know how to cook many dishes, the porridge Zed made was good.


    "Your leg is hurt. You should stay at home. Pack your things and I''ll bring you to the vi." Zed said as


    he trashed the food in his te.


    Jean was dazed for a second. She raised her head and nced at Zed. Though her thigh was swollen


    and it hurt to walk, it shouldn''t stop her from normal activities. Wouldn''t it be silly if she didn''t go to work


    because of a minor injury?


    But she knew that if she argued with Zed, things would get unpleasant. Also, there was no convincing


    Zed once he had made up his mind. So she turned to him and smiled, "You go home first. Thendlord


    made an appointment with me earlier. I will meet with him before joining you at the vi." Jean lowered


    her head and red at the porridge. She didn''t want Zed to see through her lies.


    But Zed didn''t say anything.


    After he left, she cleaned up the dishes and left for work. Jean also carried her bag of clean clothes for


    The team had worked hard the previous day toplete the big project. Today, there was


    have anything to do, so she found a corner spot where she could spend her break with her colleague,


    Maranda. The two women were basking in the sunlight and drinking coffee.


    Maranda had a good appetite so she grabbed several desserts. She sat beside Jean, delighted by


    what she had selected.


    "Jean, do you think I''m pretty?" Maranda said after taking a bite of a dessert.


    "Jean, do you think I will find a boyfriend?" She asked before Jean could reply.


    "Jean, do you think ..." She continued.


    "That''s enough. You don''t need to say ''do you think'' any more. You are pretty and of course, you will


    find a boyfriend." Jean said with a smile. Jean pouted helplessly, "And I found something."


    "What is it?" Maranda asked curiously.


    "Quiet like an elegantdy and brisk like a rabbit." Jean replied as she continued to flip through the


    fashion magazine.


    Maranda was dazed for a while and eventually understood what Jean had meant. She held onto Jean''s


    arms and widened her eyes, "How can you judge me like that? Wait and see. I will tickle you to death


    ..."


    They were ying around when Jean leaned backwards to avoid Maranda. They were sitting on the


    barstools by the bar counter. However, when Jean leaned too far back, she lost her bnce.


    Maranda saw that and widened her eyes. She tried to grab Jean to prevent her from falling.


    But she wasn''t able to reach Jean in time. Jean iled her arms as she felt herself falling. Maranda bit


    her lip, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes. She didn''t dare to see what would happen to Jean.


    Just as Jean thought she was going to fall on the ground and hurt herself again, a pair of warm hands


    stopped her descent. Then she felt a gentle push. The barstool was pushed into an upright position


    with Jean still on top.


    She hadn''t quite registered what had happened when a dark shadow fell over her.


    "You seem to be in a great mood."


    Upon hearing the familiar voice, Maranda opened her eyes. She smiled at the handsome and bright


    face in front of her.


    Her heart trembled slightly and her face flushed instantly.


    It was John! Jean sighed in relief, "Thank you for saving me. I thought I was going to have another


    sh with the ground today."


    "Another?" He frowned, "You''ve already fallen today?"


    "Don''t worry about it, " Jean said waving her hand dismissively. "It was not a serious fall." She took a


    sip of coffee to calm herself. Looking around, she found nobody else was around. She asked with


    confusion, "Where has everyone gone?"


    "They went to the cafe across the street for their afternoon tea." John said as he looked at the two


    women.


    "Why don''t you join us then?" Maranda asked eagerly as she passed him the desserts. She found it


    hard to hold the te straight as she felt as though her whole body was shaking with nervousness.


    "Thank you. I''m fine." John replied. He refused her desserts euphemistically and then sat down next to


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    the two women.


    He looked outside the window and said, "You are truly good at picking spots. This is the quietest and


    sunniest spot in thepany."


    "It''s so hard to have such a moment to rx. Of course, we''ll find a quiet ce." Maranda echoed,


    looking into his eyes.


    Jean stirred her coffee and leaned her head on her hand, "It seems you are familiar with this spot. You


    like it when it''s quiet, don''t you? Is this your private spot?"


    She smiled as she spoke. Jean''s teeth sparkled in the sunlight as her lips curved into a charming smile.


    Her distinctive features looked exceptionally gorgeous in the bright sunlight as well.


    John was dumbfounded when he saw how astonishingly beautiful Jean looked. He blinked rapidly and


    smiled, "I used to have a cup of coffee here when I got tired from work."


    Seeing they were chatting so happily, Maranda felt dejected, "Jean, you joined only a month before me,


    am I correct? Howe... you two are so familiar with each other?"


    Jean knew that Maranda had feelings for John. She was afraid that Maranda might misunderstand her


    rtionship with John, and so she exined, "We had a chance to eat together earlier. I was told by


    someone close to John that he likes quiet ces. Since this is the quietest ce in thepany, I only


    had a guess that he used toe here."


    "Now I get it." She sighed in relief before turning to John and asking with a subtle tilt of her head,


    "John, if you like quiet, I can introduce a book shop to you. I go there every weekend. It is pretty quiet


    there."


    "I don''t like reading." He replied lightly and turned to Jean, "There will be a big assignment tomorrow."


    Maranda was upset at how abruptly John had turned down her friendly offer. With nothing to do while


    Jean and John spoke, she yed with her fingers.


    "A big assignment?"


    "Yes, it''s Selena Miao."


    "Selena Miao?" Maranda and Jean said with excitement at the same time. Selena was a popr star


    who had acted in a lot of movies and TV series!


    Presumably only masters like Sonny would be invited to shoot for her.


    Maranda seemed to be more excited than Jean. She asked happily, "Is Selena going toe here?


    Can I ask her for an autograph ..."


    "She''s noting here." John replied.


    "Oh." Maranda lowered her head in disappointment. But she suddenly remembered something. A hint


    of expectation arose in her eyes, "Since our boss is going, you will be apanying him. Could you


    please ask her for an autograph for me?"