"No!" Jean hastily shook her head. "How can I possibly tell such a shameful thing to you?

Terence, it's all over. Now, I just want to forget everything and be with you. Can you understand me?"

"Of course I understand you, but..." Terence frowned. "Since George came back, he definitely won't let you go. What if he comes to you again?

Do you need my help?"

Jean hurriedly said, "No, thanks. Don't worry. I can handle this myself. He won’t have the chance to hurt me again."

Afraid that Terence might misunderstand her, she added, "He used to be my boyfriend after all, and he did treat me well in the beginning. Unless I have no other choice, I really don't want to cause any other scene."

She took a breather and then smiled weakly at him. "Don't worry. If I can't handle it, I'll tell you," she promised.

"Alright, I believe you. However, remember what you said today. You’ve got to tell me if you can’t

like this. When she took a look through the peephole, panic swept over her. George was standing at her doorstep, looking totally irate.

She knew perfectly well why he was here. That, and the fact that he looked livid made her even more afraid to open the door.

"Jean, open the door. I know you're in there," George shouted as he continued pushing the doorbell.

Jean felt her head ache. If he kept shouting like this, her neighbors would definitely hear him and question her. With no other choice, she finally braved herself and opened the door. "George, why are you here?"

"What took you so long? I've been standing at your doorstep for such a long time, and you only opened your door now?" George asked coldly and then walked into her home unceremoniously.

"I didn't hear you. I just got up." Jean smiled awkwardly and chased after him. "Why are you here so early in the morning? Is there something wrong?"