"It's okay." Jean smiled bitterly.

"Are you okay?" George anxiously removed her hand from her throat to see if it was hurt. "Jean, I’m sorry. I just love you so much that I'm losing my head.

I really don't know what's wrong with me. I obviously don't want to hurt you, but I just lost control. Please don’t hate me, okay?"

Before Jean could respond, he kneeled on the bed, raised his three fingers, and vowed earnestly, "Don't worry. I swear to you that this will never happen again. If I hurt you again, I'll be struck by lightning!"

Jean pulled his hand down and said lightly, "That’ll do. What are you vowing such a deathly vow for? I’m okay."

She didn’t believe this kind of thing. If such a vow worked, he would’ve died many times before.

George looked ashamed. "You’re not angry?"

Jean shook her head and stood up. "I'm not, but I really have to go now."

"Okay. Be careful on your way," said George. Once she left the room, he couldn't help but grab

and take a shower too? I've prepared some clean clothes for you. You also got drenched just now. You should take a hot shower lest you catch a cold."

"I'm fine..."

Before Barton could finish his words, Mandy butted in, "Yes, Mr. Xiao. You should take a hot shower too.

Today’s really cold. It’ll be troublesome if you catch a cold."

"Come on, Dad." Jean pulled Barton into the guest room. "The clothes are all in the wardrobe. Just go downstairs after you finish. I'll see you downstairs."

While the two of them showered, Mandy cooked some ginger soup for them and heated the dishes. Barton came downstairs just right after she finished preparing everything.

He wore the clothes Jean specially prepared for such an emergency. The style was more of young people's, so he was rather uncomfortable in them.

Upon seeing Barton, Mandy brought him a bowl of ginger soup. "Mr. Xiao, drink some ginger soup first to warm your body."

"Thank you." Barton nodded.