CHAPTER 36
It’s been two days since Zayn brought me home, and I was trying my best to move on. I literally ate as many cookies as I wanted, and tried to bake. Though, when I had almost burnt down my home, father had restricted me from entering the kitchen. I had no choice but to beg the chef to bake some for me.
“Jean, come and say hello to Zayn,” Mother called behind me.
I pursed my cookie consumption in shock. Zayn was here. Why? I looked at my mother who was standing regally at my room’s door in shock. I hope he hadn’t changed his mind about telling my parents the truth about that night. It would surely make my life hell.
“Mom, did he say why he is here?” I queried.
My mom shook her head at me. “Oh, you’re shy to meet your fiancé," she teased.
I jumped out of the bed. “No, that’s
