Arrogant Man VS Unyielding Woman

Chapter 468 I've Got You

Gary's face turned pale and his body shuddered under the weight of rejection. He seemed waif-like and

staggered by a step behind in order to reclaim his balance.

This was too much of a pitiable sight for Jean. Seeing the old man tremble in front of her son, she

unwillingly felt incredibly sorry for him.

Instinctively, she reached out with her hand to hold back the falling old man and cried,"Be careful!..."

The words were out of her mouth before Jean even realized what she was doing. In a jiffy, the truth hit

home and she gasped with disbeilief.

Oh no! What had she done? She was a friend of Moore but was clearly siding with the person who had

ruined Moore's life.

She was a person without a moral compass. She couldn't differntiate between right and wrong. Maybe,

she wasn't good enough to be Moore's friend.

Jean in a flash of guilt and worry stole a glance at Moore.

Nothing had escaped Moore. He noticed Jean's unusual behavior and his eyes met her guilt-stricken

face as she sneakily tried to read his emotions. Seeing Moore observe her support towards Gary,

Jean's heart sank into her stomach. Covering it up, she sheepishly smiled at him.

Finally, Moore shook his head slightly at her, telling her that it was okay. His consideration relieved

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Moore could read her emotions even when so much was going for him. Jean was not only grateful to

him but realized what a special friend he was. She barely nodded at him in gratitude.

Gary had caught on the unspoken emotions that the two had just exchanged. But he was surprised.

'Isn't she Zed's wife?'

After learning that Moore was living with the Qi family ever since he got discharged, Gary thought that

perhaps Moore was close with Zed. To his total surprise, Moore had closer relations with what he could

only guess as Zed's wife instead.

Gary stared at how Jean was holding Moore all this while with a complex expression on his face.

Finally, when Gary stood at ease, he took a long glance at Jean and then said,"Thank you…"

Jean hadn't expected Gary to thank her and she could hardly hide her surprise. She smiled and

said,"Mr. Bai, you are welcome. I haven't done anything really. So no thanks."

"Thank you for showing concern for me." Gary's face softened a lot. He looked at a quiet Moore

longingly, who was insistent on staying silent all this time. Eventually Gary said,"I have said what I had

to say. I hope Mrs. Qi can help me in taking care of Moore. Thank you."

After Gary finished, he bowed to Jean deeply.

Jean was startled at his show of politeness. She instantly released Moore's arm and took a step

forward to say,"Mr. Bai, you don't have to do this. Moore and I are friends. Friends take care of each

other, don't they? You don't have to worry too much. Moore is recovering very well…"

"It is good to hear that." A smile crept on Gary's face and he said with his eyes still glued on

Jean,"Now, I will take my leave."

"Okay. Take care, Mr. Bai." Jean reciprocated his politeness and bid him goodbye.

"Hope I get to see you again." Gary's eyes now switched to Moore, who was still expressionless. He

deeply sighed for feeling extremely powerless. After a moment, he turned and left.

Once Gary was out of sight, Jean took a deep breath to calm herself down and then walked back to

Moore conscience-stricken. She apologized,"Moore, I know you don't want me to talk to Mr. Bai, but

I…"

"It is okay." Obviously Moore didn't want to talk more about this. Indifferently, he picked up his luggage

and headed outward.

Jean was left standing at the spot where Moore was a minute ago.

Though Moore had said it was okay, he had already started to distance himself from her.

Jean ran from behind to catch up with him. Panting, she tried to explain herself,"Moore, you saw what

happened just now. If I didn't say something to him, he would keep bothering you. I was afraid that you

would have lost your temper, in which case it would have ended worse…"

"Seen in this light, maybe, I should say thanks to you?" Moore who was two paces ahead, suddenly

turned to face her making a frantic Jean bump into him. Sarcasm was apparent on his face.

Being close on Moore's heels, Jean had hardly seen the collision coming. Their foreheads knocked

againts each other and Jean's got bruised. Clutching her head, she looked at him in pain.

Moore saw her eyes shining with tears. Softened at this, he asked,"Have you got hurt? Are you okay?"

"Hurt…" Jean repeated it in a drawl on purpose and looked at him morosely.

"Okay, okay. Let me see." Moore dropped his aloofness and kept his luggage aside. He held Jean's

forehead in his hands and rubbed it gently.

Jean closed her eyes in relief while a shrewd thought struck her.

On some distance, sitting in his car, Gary watched this scene quietly. Despite his nonplussed face,

there was a tint of shock in his eyes.

After watching them for what seemed like a couple of minutes, he asked his driver to start the car.

Moore and Jean were totally unaware of Gary having observed this.

Moore rubbed Jean's forehead with a warm touch but said in an accusing tone,"Jean, It is not that I

want to blame you. You have to be careful when walking. You are lucky that it was only your forehead

that was hurt today. It would be unimaginable if it were anything else. You are going to be a mother

soon and you can't even take care of yourself. How will you take care of your child?"

"That is why I want you to be the godfather. I believe you can help me take care of my child. Moore,

you are born with that kind of potential," Jean said with a broad smile.

Jean meant it as a compliment, but her words sounded awkward to Moore's ears.

"The reason you badgered me to be your child's godfather is because you need me to help take care of

your child?" Moore raised his hand to motion her to stop from saying any further. He stared at Jean

bewildered.

"Well…" Jean didn't know how to react to the displeasure already looming on Moore's face.

"Well what? Is that true?" Moore's face darkened. "Let me tell you. If that is the case…"

"Of course not." Jean interrupted him hurriedly.

"If not, then what is the case?" Moore wouldn't let her muddle their confrontation.

"I want you to become my child's godfather because of your talents and insights." Jean improvised with

quick wits about her, but after she uttered the words, she felt what she said wasn't groundless. "I began

admiring you ever since I heard you got a DBA. You see, among the people I know, the ones that have

got an MBA or a DBA, are so ancient that they belong in a museum. None of them was like you."

Her eyes searched for some twitch of muscle on Moore's face as an indication of his acceptance of

what she had just said. Seeing him look sterner instead of brighter, she stopped and chuckled

awkwardly,"Alright. I admit that those who get a doctorate are just in their thirties nowadays. But they

do look like old men to me. Moore, you are young, talented and with natural grace. I really admire you."

"I am not that great," Moore finally opened his mouth to say with some hesitance. "Zed's education and

insights are not a little lower than mine. And his success is obvious to all. He should be the object of

your admiration."

"Okay, I will say you two are neck and neck." Jean didn't care to compare the two of them. "So you see,

Zed is also an excellent man. However, I just graduated from some "diploma mill" and there is a wide

gap between us. Luckily I know you. You are my best friend. After the kid grows up, he or she won't

think I am so lousy compared to Zed just because of you. At least I'd have you as my excellent friend.

I've got you!"

Jean flashed him a big, broad smile.

I've got you!