Chapter 150

Jonathan gripped my shoulder with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around me. "What are you running from?" He looked down, and as I tilted my head back, I met his deep, dark eyes—cold and distant, completely devoid of emotion. The night behind him was heavy and dark, as if a part of him. A faint scent of tobacco clung to his clothes.

Suddenly, I remembered the dim red glow I’d seen in the parked car. He must have been smoking. I frowned, clearly annoyed. "Let go of me."

Of course, Jonathan didn't. Instead, he pulled me closer. "Done with the meeting?" I struggled, trying to push him away, refusing to answer. Then, he leaned down and bit hard on the corner of my mouth. "If you're done, then come home."

His expression was so dark I couldn't read his feelings. I knew he was probably angry, but I had no idea why he was here. I thought he’d stopped caring. We’d been married for five years, but I’d lost all memory of that time, so I didn’t really know him. I only had a vague sense of the kind of man he was. Right now, looking at him, I had no clue what he might do next.

Every warning bell in my head went off, and I shoved him hard. To my surprise, he let go. I stepped back, met his gaze, and said, "You should go. I'm not going back to the Ford residence for the next few days."

As soon as I turned to leave, Jonathan's face darkened. Without a word, he stepped forward and lifted me onto his shoulder. "What are you doing?"

The ground dropped out from under me, and I screamed. Eyes wide, I shouted, "What are you doing? Put me down!" Jonathan didn't say a word. He marched forward and threw me into the car.

This time, he was driving a black Brabus. Of all the luxury cars in his garage, this one was considered relatively low-key. I tried to sit up, but he leaned over and strapped me into the passenger seat, as if restraining me. Then he shut the door, walked around to the driver’s side, got in, and slammed on the gas.

The car shot forward. Just as I tried to sit up again, the sudden acceleration slammed me back into the seat. All I could do was grip the handle and glare at him coldly. "Jonathan, what the hell are you doing? Stop acting crazy!"

He said nothing, just turned the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the road. Streetlights flashed past, casting flickering shadows across our faces. The trees lining the road painted overlapping patterns on the windows. His expression looked even colder in the shifting light.

I kicked the door in frustration, but he didn’t even flinch. I took a deep breath, my voice shaking. "Jonathan, what exactly are you trying to do? Can you say something?"

Still, silence. It wasn’t long before the car pulled up in front of a high-end apartment building. The guard station was lit, and a security guard came out immediately to open the gate. Jonathan hadn’t spoken a single word the entire way. His silence scared me, but I had no choice except to sit there and endure it.

He drove the car into the underground parking garage. I turned to him at once. "What are you trying to do? Jonathan, I know you’re angry, but—"

Before I could finish, he suddenly opened his door with a loud bang, cutting me off. His steps were steady, his face unreadable—but I could feel the tension radiating off him like a warning. Within seconds, he was at my side of the car. He opened the door, reached in, and picked me up. I struggled, but he slung me over his shoulder again.

The sudden shift made my head spin, and I pounded on his back. "Jonathan, you're insane!"

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