Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 183 I Will Pay You A High Salary

Jean's fervent whispering to Moore sounded like a prayer being carried on the hushed winds of the

night. The graphite black night absorbed her hope and the silence engulfed her whispers.

The sleeping caregiver woke up. She tiptoed to Jean and said: "You can go rest for some time. I will be

here until then."

Jean gazed at Moore and shook her head: "I don't want to sleep. You go rest."

A strange single-mindedness possessed Jean. She couldn't take her eyes away from Moore, let alone

get up from there. Seeing this, the caregiver relented and went back to sleep in the chair.

The ward was noiseless again. Moore had given Jean no reaction and she felt her spirits low.

"Moore, I have said so much. Haven't you heard any of it? Or do you like to be a deserter and abandon

your life?"

Jean's tone was angry and desperate. "You are a man. How can you be irresponsible? Do you know

how disappointing you are to those who love you? It was just a car accident but you can't stand it now?

There are so many misfortunes and sufferings that we have to experience in our life. If you are really

depressed, then you will never wake up. If you are prone to desert or want to desert all your life, this is

when you will really desert the world."

Jean's heart beat rapidly and tears flooded her face.

'Yes, I know I am a deserter when I distance myself from the problems Zed and I have.

I am the real deserter! I am the real deserter! I know.

If Zed has really fallen in love with the other woman, I have to face this problem sooner or later.

Evasion won't solve it.'

"Who tells you… that I'm a deserter…"

A weak, hoarse voice rang out. Jean, who was crying, immediately widened her eyes with shock and

looked at the young face.

Seeing Moore blink, Jean was zapped and didn't know how to react.

"You… you…" Jean was dumbfouned. Moore was looking at her questioningly.

"I have woken up… It proves that I'm not a deserter…" Moore let out a groan as he felt his whole body

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"Doctor… doctor…" Jean finally came to her senses. Immediately, she let go of Moore's hand and ran

to the caregiver, shaking her up from her sleep: "Call the doctor… He has woken up…"

The caregiver looked around in confusion. Processing what Jean had just said, she quickly looked at

Moore.

'Oh, the patient has finally woken up.'

She let out a sigh of relief and rushed outside.

Jean grew conscious that only Moore and she were in the ward now. She looked at him in deep shame

and embarrassment.

"I'm sorry…" Jean quickly rushed to Moore's side and apologized. "It was I who hit you with the car. I'm

willing to take responsibility for any problems that you are facing because of me."

"Don't talk about it now…" Moore shook his head and said that sounded more like a whisper: "Could

you… please help me pour a cup… of water?"

Moore looked at Jean and said with an abashed air. His head was entangled by the gauze, which made

him look a tad funny.

"Okay, wait for a moment." Jean immediately felt sorry for not having her wits about her and quickly got

up to pour some water.

Jean put the cup against his lips and help him finish. Sated, Moore sighed softly and felt himself

improve.

The doctor on duty rushed in. After checking Moore's vitals, the doctor turned around and smiled. Jean

was nervously waiting for the doctor to say something. "The patient is showing all signs that he is out of

danger. As long as he is taken good care of and rests peacefully, he will be cured."

"Thank you, doctor." Jean's heart soared at the doctor's verdict. After a long wait and a tense period,

Jean finally let out a big sigh of relief.

"You're welcome." After telling the caregiver about a few things that she had to heed to, the doctor left

the ward.

A smile on Jean's face stayed for a long time. She looked at Moore, beaming but said nothing.

Moore didn't have the strenth to reciprocate Jean's joy. But eventually, it enthused him too and he

weakly smiled.

Noticing her pale face, he suggested: "I have woken up now and will recover soon. You can go back to

take some rest now."

"Do you remember me?" Jean looked at Moore with amazement.

She thought that Moore thought of her as his caregiver.

After all, no one would stay in the hospital after running over someone.

"Of course, I was hit by you. If I don't remember you, whom will I ask for compensation?" Moore joked.

He clearly remembered that he was struck down on the ground and couldn't sit up after that. He waited

for the driver to get off the car. After a long wait, when his body was in excruciating pain and he felt he

would lose consciousness, he scrambled towards where the driver was.

As he was losing precious time, Moore had no choice but to ask the driver for help.

Though Moore was now very surprised at having Jean stay back in the hospital.

Jean looked peakish and tired. And yet her hazel brown eyes were bright with excitement. Her face

impressed on Moore's memory deeply.

Hearing Moore teased her, Jean blushed.

She looked outside the window and saw that it was dawn.

"I will go back later." She turned back to face Moore and said, "You have just woken up and must be

hungry. I will ask the doctor what you can eat and get it for you."

As Jean was about to head towards the door, Moore said:

"Don't worry about that. There was a caregiver, wasn't it? She will do all these things." Moore looked at

the caregiver.

The caregiver quickly said: "Mrs. Qi, you can have some rest. I will go prepare the food."

And with that, she went outside to do the necessary arrangements.

The ward became quiet again. In the face of this embarrassing atmosphere, Jean coughed unnaturally

and said: "Umm…I'm Jean Wen. I'm sorry for the accident that happened yesterday. I'm sorry for giving

you trouble…"

Jean thought she should sincerely apologize to Moore now that he was completely in his senses.

"It's not your fault entirely. I should also take part of the responsibility." Moore shook his head gently.

"You can go back to take some rest now. I want to sleep again…"

This further embarassed Jean: "Please have some rest. I will leave now."

Jean hurriedly went outside and leave Moore to himself.

Moore was overwhelmed with the entire incident.

Since he had just woken up, he was hardly in good spirits.

What's worse, the drugs were wearing off and he could feel every atom in his body in pain.

The real reason behind Moore asking for Jean to leave was that he didn't want her to see him in pain

and worsen her guilt. Plus, she looked sickly herself and was in much need of rest.

'Her eyes had dark hollows under them. She must be very tired.'

As Moore shifted into a more comfortable position, his face contorted in pain. 'Oh, shit! This hurts like

hell!'

Jean took off the sterile clothes and walked out of the disinfectant room. Then, she saw the caregiver

approach the ward.

Jean quickly greeted her: "Verginie, as Mr. Bai has already woken up, I will go back later. Remember to

call me if you have any problems. Remember to take excellent care of him and not worry about

compensation. I will pay you a high salary."