Chapter 190

Jonathan let out a low scoff. “If I had left, I would’ve missed the charming sight of you cursing me first thing in the morning.”

“I didn’t curse you,” I shot back, though we both knew I was lying.

He gave a faint smile, the kind that carried a trace of helplessness. “Alright, then. Let’s just say you didn’t.”

I hesitated for a second, then decided it wasn’t worth pretending.

“Fine. I did curse you. So what?”

I looked him straight in the eye, unrepentant.

But he didn’t rise to the bait. Instead, he reached out and ruffled my hair before walking over to the side and slowly getting dressed.

“Where did you go just now?” I asked, frowning.

“Took a shower,” he replied simply.

I snorted. Over the past few days, I had noticed he had an obsessive need to stay clean. He took at least two showers a day.

Rubbing my sore shoulder, I muttered, “Anyone would think I was filthy or something.”

He paused for a beat, then turned to look at me. “You’re not.”

I gave him a strange look. “Of course I’m not. You’re the one with the hygiene obsession, not me."

He didn’t argue. After finishing getting dressed, he asked, “What do you want for breakfast?”

I shook my head. “How about you just leave?”

His face darkened slightly. “Trying to kick me out?”

“Of course. If anyone walks in and sees us like this, how am I supposed to explain it?” I answered without hesitation.

“We’re married. Legally. There’s nothing to explain,” he said with a sharp edge to his tone.

I pressed my lips together and stayed quiet.

He had to know the truth. On paper, yes, we were still husband and wife. But in reality, it meant nothing. He had Alicia, and I had someone I could confide in. I didn’t even know what we were still holding onto in this so-called marriage.

Why was he so against a divorce?

But I no longer had the energy to ask. My silence was answer enough.

Sure enough, his expression soured. “Is it because you don’t want Frederick to get the wrong idea?”

“Why are you bringing him into this again?” I snapped, annoyed.

My tone matched the way he used to speak to me. “Can you stop being so unreasonable? There’s nothing going on between me and him. Yes, Frederick is special to me. But it’s not romantic.”

His eyes turned colder as he stared at me, his entire face clouded over.

I turned away, refusing to look at him. “Believe whatever you want. I’m done explaining. If you don’t trust me, then stay out of my way.”

He stepped behind me and grabbed my chin, pulling me back against his chest. His voice was low and simmering with anger.

“Are you trying to provoke me?”

I shoved him off and turned around to face him. “You really are impossible. Why would I do that? What would I gain from provoking you? More than anyone, I want you to calm down so we can talk like adults.”

“You call this talking like adults?” he asked, voice sharp.

“Then what does that look like to you, Jonathan? I honestly don’t know what you’re thinking anymore. You used to hate it when I would cling to you. Now that I’ve finally stopped, what else do you want?” I crossed my arms and gave him a tired look.

“You’re right. I have nothing to be dissatisfied with,” he said suddenly.

He stepped closer and gently tilted my chin upward. His touch was soft, but his eyes were colder than ice. “At least now you’re not as annoying as you used to be.”

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