Chapter 162 I’m Not Going to Argue With You Anymore

All his life, Jonathan had never had to comfort a woman, much less a crying woman. So, he could only weakly stammer, "Don't … don't cry."

He hated it when women cried in front of him, much less Scarlett. Watching her cry so painfully overwhelmed him, and he was willing to do anything to make her feel better.

"It's all … all your fault! You ruined my wedding! Give me back my wedding! You fucking dickhead! I hate you!" Scarlett cried out in desperation and pounded her fists on his chest with all her might.

"I know … It's all my fault. If hitting me will make you feel better, then go ahead. Hit me as hard as you need to," Jonathan comforted.

Yet, no matter how much Scarlett despised him and wanted to strike him down, she simply wasn't strong enough to hurt him. Jonathan barely even flinched, even though she used all her might.

Scarlett kept hitting his chest for a while before finally succumbing to her fatigue and slowly placing her hands back on the armrest.

"Are you feeling better