Chapter 155

I knew that every time I brought up divorce, Jonathan's emotions would flare. But if I managed to bluff my way out of it this time, what about next time? Everyone said Jonathan couldn't stand me, that he didn't even want to see my face. Even Jonathan himself had never denied it.

I used to think we didn't even share a bed, let alone act like a real couple. But it turned out we did. We lived like any normal husband and wife, and more than that, our sex life was surprisingly frequent. If he kept staying this close to me, day in and day out, there was no way I could keep hiding the truth. Sooner or later, I'd slip up.

My head throbbed. I shut my eyes just as the bathroom water stopped. I tensed instantly, spine rigid, about to sit up, when the bathroom door opened and Jonathan walked out.

This was a large penthouse with plenty of space, but only one master bedroom. All the other rooms were designed for function; there wasn't even a guest room. It was as if the entire place had been set up just for the two of us. I'd originally planned to sleep in a guest room, but Jonathan had quashed that idea.

He came out and glanced at me, sitting against the headboard, pale-faced and quiet, but said nothing. I didn't want to look at him, so I relied on sound to figure out what he was doing. He seemed to be towel-drying his hair as he walked toward me. I kept my eyes shut until the mattress dipped beside me—he'd sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Elise."

He gripped my chin, forcing my head up. Only then did I open my eyes a little to look at him.

"I thought you were going to keep pretending to be asleep."

"I wasn't pretending. I just didn't want to look at you," I said coldly.

Jonathan didn't respond. He didn't even flinch, as if he were already numb to my coldness. He said nothing, just casually slipped off his bathrobe.

Startled, I panicked for a second and instinctively scooted away from him. Jonathan let out a soft laugh and turned to look at me. "What's wrong? Can't wait to scoot over and make room for me?"

I froze, glaring at him in disbelief. I couldn't believe he was twisting my actions like that—how shameless could he be?

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When I didn't respond and just stared at him angrily, he sat back down on the edge of the bed and reached out to touch my face.

"It's late. I'm not in the mood to argue. We'll talk after we get some sleep."

With that, he lay down right next to me. I watched as he easily wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. I struggled a little.

"Jonathan, what are you thinking?" I finally asked, after holding it in for so long.

He didn't answer, just buried his face against the crook of my neck. His breath was hot against my skin, sending electric shocks down my spine. I shut my eyes, my body trembling.

Jonathan seemed to notice my fear and gently ran his hand over my lower stomach. "Don't be scared. I'm not going to do anything to you."

Even so, I couldn't stop shaking. It wasn't like we hadn't shared a bed before, but it had always been when I was half-asleep, and Jonathan would pull me into his arms. Maybe because my body had gotten used to it… Back then, when I was unconscious, I didn't resist him. I had even grown familiar with his scent and warmth.

But right now, I was fully awake, completely aware, and I couldn't accept him lying next to me like this.

Jonathan seemed to sense something was amiss. He suddenly turned me around to face him, pressing one hand against my back. His palm slowly slid down my spine, inch by inch.

"Elise…" he whispered, his voice low and hoarse.

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