I didn’t say a word before Jonathan suddenly slid his hand under my shirt.
Jonathan, what are you doing?” I was startled and immediately pushed him away.
His fingers traced lightly over my skin a few times before slowly retreating, as if he hadn’t lost control just now, but merely wanted to teach me a lesson.
I took a deep breath, my chest heaving, staring at him with a flush of humiliation.
But he acted like nothing had happened, his gaze calm and steady. “If you don’t want to do it here, answer my questions properly.”
He suddenly flipped me over, pinning me beneath him. “I’ve been away on business for so long. Now it’s time to feed you.‘
I shut my eyes in disgust and had no choice but to respond to the previous topic. “Fine! I did block you, but it was just a moment of anger.”
Of course, I couldn’t betray Frederick. Instead, I pulled out my phone and handed it to him.” Go ahead and unblock me.”
Jonathan’s voice was flat. “Do it yourself.”
I opened my eyes, took my phone back, and removed him from my block list. “Is that enough? Can you let me go now?”
I thought that would change the subject, but I was wrong.
“That’s just the bare minimum.” Jonathan threw my phone onto the table, grabbed my wrist, and pressed my hand against the sofa behind me,
“You think unblocking me makes everything fine?”
“What else do you want?” My patience was gone, but a flicker of panic crept in.
I expected him to get annoyed by my tone, but he didn’t react at all. He even leaned in to gently kiss the side of my neck.
His lips moved softly from behind my ear, so tender it hardly seemed like him.
I felt uneasy and struggled a bit, fear creeping in.
Did he really want to…?
No way.
He’d just returned, exhausted from travel, with so much on his plate. Would he really be in the mood for this?
Chapter 90
Jonathan furrowed his brows after noticing my distraction. “What’s wrong?”
His voice was low and hoarse.
I took a deep breath and pushed him lightly.
He didn’t force himself on me this time. Instead he rolled beside me and gently brushed my
hair away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked again.
His lips never left my skin, occasionally planting soft kisses.
I felt ticklish and shrank my neck, crawling back a few inches.
“I don’t want to do this with you,” I said plainly, my voice trembling. “I want a divorce. I want to live apart.”
Jonathan’s eyes darkened instantly. “Elise, don’t provoke me.”
The tender mood vanished in an instant. He grabbed my ankle and dragged me back.
“I’m giving you one chance to take back what you just said.‘
“No.” I said, “I don’t want to…”
Before I could finish, he covered my mouth.
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“Mmm…” I struggled hard, slapping at him, but he pinned me beneath him, gripping my wrist tightly.
“The doctor said you’re not seriously hurt, so we’ll be fine as long as we stay away from the wound,” he said quietly.,
“Remind me to go slow when I help you shower later.”
I widened my eyes in shock and kicked fiercely. “Let me go! Let me go!”
He pressed down on my knees, his frustration clear. I could sense the desire he’d been holding back, his whole body trembling with fear and panic.
He realized something was wrong and slowly loosened his grip, frowning deeply. “Elise, what’s really going on?”
He pushed my hair aside and pressed his thumb against my reddened, tear–streaked eyes. “Are you scared?”
