Chapter 120
I didn’t know how long it took, but eventually, the sense of silk scarf vanished, but it still felt irritated and raw. I tried to endure the pain, though I was covered in cold sweat. I hurriedly wrapped the wound again.
With no other choice, I rummaged through the first aid kit and found some gauze. I wrapped it around my wrist and sealed it with waterproof tape. After taking a shower, I would put the splint back on to cover it.
I was relieved Jonathan wasn’t coming back tonight. My wound needed some air, or it would just keep getting inflamed.
When I stepped out of the bathroom, the air was still heavy with steam. There was a tall figure sitting at the edge of the bed. As soon as he saw me, he looked up.
"Are you done showering?" he asked.
I jumped in fright and nearly slipped. I steadied myself by holding the doorframe and fully recognized Jonathan sitting on the bed.
I pursed my lips, and my expression darkened. "Why are you back? Didn’t you say you weren’t coming tonight?" I sounded impatient and isolated. I walked over, drying my hair with a towel.
Jonathan stood up, took the towel from my hand, and began drying my hair. With his other hand, he gently lifted my chin.
"You really don’t want to see me back?"
I ignored him and reached for the towel again, but Jonathan gripped my waist and held me close.
"Don’t move," he whispered.
I looked up at him. His eyes were dark and unreadable, showing no clear emotion. He just kept carefully drying my hair.
Feeling a bit restless, I gave him a light push. "If you’re here to lecture me, just get it over with. I want to rest soon."
Jonathan didn't respond. Instead, he led me to the bed, took out a hair dryer, and gently ran his long fingers through my hair as he dried it. His touch was so gentle that it almost made me feel like I was someone precious to him.
Sometimes I didn’t know what he was really thinking. I couldn’t help but glance at his profile. He was so serious and attentive, and yet, he could be so cruel.
"Why are you staring at me?" he asked suddenly. The sound of the hair dryer stopped, and he turned to look at me.
In the past, I might have fallen for that face of his. In fact, I had secretly liked him for so many years because of that face. But now, all I could think about was the way he had hurt me in the past, and how coldly he treated me.
When I finally spoke, my voice carried my irritation. "If you want to scold me, then hurry up. I know I was rude to the old man earlier, and I said harsh things about your precious Alicia."
Before I could finish, Jonathan interrupted, "Why do you think I’m here to scold you?"
I whispered, "What else would it be? You just had Hugh tell me earlier that you wouldn’t be sleeping here tonight. Then I happened to run into you two in the hall and overheard you talking about me behind my back."
I paused and gave him a mocking look. "Even if they’re the ones talking behind my back, I’ll always be the bad guy in your eyes the moment I fight back. Isn’t that—"
"I never said that," he said.
"But that’s exactly what you think!" I shot back.
We stared at each other, caught in a standoff.
After a long moment, Jonathan suddenly stood.
I jumped back instinctively. "What are you doing?"
He lowered his head and looked at me with a shadowy gaze. "Elise, are you afraid of me?"