Unfortunately, Mr. Weissman asked the wrong man for help. Jonathan was even angrier at Mr. Weissman, and he punched Mr. Weissman in the face, leaving the man bleeding and confused. "Mr. Leonard, w-what are you doing?"Soon after, Mr. Weissman was kicked hard by Jonathan, which only added to his confusion. He no longer saw Jonathan as the man he used to respect. At that moment, Jonathan seemed like a different person altogether.Jonathan was finally satisfied after he left Mr. Weissman immobile on the floor. He thought, "Son of a bitch! How dare he lay a finger on my woman?"When he turned around, he saw Scarlett slumped on the ground as she succumbed to the influence of alcohol. Her dazed eyes were sparkling, and he almost forgot to breathe for a moment. The woman was a vixen, he decided, as he felt a heat rising in his body.Although Jonathan did not drink much that night, he felt as though he was under the influence—under Scarlett's influence. Feeling unsettled because of the heat, h
Scarlett paled as Celeste's footsteps drew closer. If Celeste entered, she would walk in on Scarlett and Jonathan, who were both naked in bed. Scarlett's heart pounded hard. She didn't want to hurt a nice young lady like Celeste, who was deeply in love with Jonathan. She wouldn't want Celeste to be heartbroken over Jonathan's infidelity.The events of last night introduced a new thrill to her, but she regretted it immensely and wished that she could turn back time and undo everything from yesterday. The only thing she could do was to put a stop to this wicked affair to avoid hurting the innocent.Her eyes darted left and right in search of a good place to hide. Before she could do so, Jonathan saw through her and pinned her underneath him with an amused smile. "This is no big deal. Are you feeling guilty? It's okay. If I don't give a damn, you shouldn't either."Feeling ashamed and humiliated, she attempted to push him off her. Unlike him, she wasn't shameless enough to keep her calm w
"Johnny, I'm yours. Sooner or later, no matter how unwilling you are to see it, I will be yours. You can't run away from that. And I don't want to wait any longer!" Celeste's voice trembled, hoarse from nervousness. With no regard left for anything else—not her reputation as a lady, nor her family's prestige—she unbuttoned her shirt in front of him with the sole hope that Jonathan would love her properly once.But instead of what she had hoped, Jonathan stopped her, displeasure framing his features. He didn't know how to tell her this, but he was apathetic toward her, regardless of what she did. While her tender, fair skin was on par with Scarlett's, it did nothing to stir his desire. It was simply the inexplicable nature of feelings—they could never be fabricated. Pretending to like someone he didn't truly like would only make matters worse for the both of them.Initially, Jonathan had thought that whoever he married didn't matter, for it was a ritual he had to undergo sooner or later
Celeste didn't expect Jonathan to continue being so unconcerned even when she'd put herself out there for him. Was it not enough for her to be proactive and show him whatever goodwill she could muster? She was a lady, for goodness sake. She'd grown up with self-respect and self-love at the core of her upbringing. Not once had she stooped to the level of seducing a man so shamelessly just for them to notice her.But she was desperate now. Celeste was afraid that if she continued to be passive, she would lose Jonathan. The idea of losing him scared her more than she cared to admit, especially when it loomed in front of her now, too tangible to be a mere shadow of her fears. So, she did what she could. She knew she couldn't lose him, and she refused to.Of course, she wasn't a woman devoid of pride. Jonathan's repeated rejection of her advances unearthed humiliation so deep within her that she wished there was a hole she could crawl into, never to be seen again.It was probably her first
Just like that, Jonathan stood beside her, his arms wrapped around his chest as he watched Scarlett's mechanical actions coldly. He had no idea what she was playing at, what he had done to wrong her now. Hadn't he prevented Celeste from discovering Scarlett's presence earlier? Was that not enough for her? Instead of thanking him, all she did was give him the cold shoulder, and for no apparent reason too. Jonathan didn't know when she had become so sensitive. What could he have possibly done to ignite her anger to this degree?His initial decision to not speak was soon overridden as Scarlett showed no signs of ending her shower. At last, Jonathan started, "How long are you planning to be in the shower for? Haven't you had enough? And do you think my shampoo is free for you to use so much of it?"Without even turning her head, Scarlett replied hotly, "I'll buy a new one to replace it if I finish it! Happy now?"At that moment, she really hated the person she was yesterday. How could she
She was the one who was forced to sleep with him, not the other way around. Moreover, after the amount of alcohol she had consumed the night before, her consciousness had long been addled. He had no right to claim that she had taken advantage of him when she was clearly inebriated. With their unclear relationship, for him to make her take responsibility for what was evidently a two-player game was an intentional dig at her pride. It gave her enough reason to shout at Jonathan's smug smile. "Shut your fucking mouth and quit talking nonsense! What does that have to do with me?"Her anger, a stark contrast to her lifelessness, lifted his mood. Still smiling serenely, he began, "Oh, yeah? Do you know how hard I worked in bed yesterday? I've never treated another woman the same way."Scarlett's heart pounded against her ribcage, completely at a loss as to how she ought to respond. She knew she had no right to argue with Jonathan like she did before anymore—not after everything she'd done la
Jonathan glared as Scarlett shouted at him. He knew they had no time to lose, and he couldn't afford to stand there arguing with her while Ms. Zimmer's condition deteriorated by the second.Instead of explaining it to her any further, Jonathan opened the doors and windows to allow for better ventilation before slowly lowering Ms. Zimmer down onto the ground and administered basic life support. Then, he told Scarlett, "Quick, call the ambulance. What are you still standing there for?"All of this was said without sparing her a single glance in the process. Jonathan simply couldn't fathom how she could have so little common sense. It was fortunate that he'd trained in the army before and could recognize the early signs of a heart attack. He knew enough not to move Ms. Zimmer radically in her state for fear of causing even more damage. Scarlett's claim of him being heartless rendered him completely speechless. If she had been the one handling this situation, Ms. Zimmer would've very well
Scarlett believed that a single ounce of kindness should be repaid with floods of gratitude. She couldn't stand watching Ms. Zimmer, who'd taken care of her so painstakingly, lying in a hospital bed with no one willing to take care of her medical bills. She had been the woman's benefactor once, and she couldn't allow herself to become a bystander in this situation.After contemplating the matter briefly, she agreed. "Fine. What do you want? I'll do it only if it's within my capabilities."It didn't take much for her to see that Jonathan wanted her body in exchange for the money. Even if she refused him this time, there would always be the next. Instead of sacrificing her body for nothing, Scarlett would rather do it for a good cause.Besides, it didn't seem like she stood a chance of winning against him anyway.Jonathan glanced at her satisfactorily, his smile condescending. He pinched her tender cheek before teasing, "Good girl. You should've agreed this quickly the last time too. Act