Chapter 57
I was being a handful the entire trip. Jonathan didn’t get a break. The car pulled up at the Ford residence. After getting out, he opened the door and picked me down without a word, walking onward with a cold look. “Let go. Put—” I locked my legs and struggled like crazy, but he stayed stone-cold and unbothered. Hugh and the housekeepers came to greet us, but noticing Jonathan’s icy demeanor, they backed away silently. I scratched at his face wildly, but he tilted his head and avoided it. My nails caught his neck, leaving a sharp red mark. I had been struggling as he carried me, feeling worn out, but I still refused to give in.
Jonathan walked into the bedroom without a glance. “Let’s see how long you can keep this up.” With a loud bang, the door slammed shut, and he tossed me onto the bed. I glared at him furiously and started to get up, but he pushed me back down by the shoulders. I shouted, “What do you want, Jonathan? Let me go!”
Jonathan raised my chin. “You really don’t know what I’m about to do? Since talking doesn’t work, I’ll just show you.” I realized what he meant and froze. “Don’t touch me.” His hand found its way into my clothes without hesitation, and the way he acted like he owned me made me tremble. I yelled, “Keep your hands off me, Jonathan!”
Gritting his teeth, Jonathan remarked huskily, “Has it really been that long? Is that why you’re so awkward with me now?” I glared at him. “Is that your idea of fixing things? Don’t force yourself on me, Jonathan. I’ll hate you.” Jonathan muttered, “You’re calling it force now? You used to scream my name into the pillows and beg me to stay.”
I raised my hand to slap him in a fit of rage, but he easily blocked it. Pain shot through my wrist, and the sheer humiliation nearly brought me to tears. Jonathan paused, then covered my eyes. “Stop crying. It won’t work this time. You need to learn your lesson.” I fought back hard, kicking and struggling with all my strength. He remained unfazed, moving as if it were nothing new. The way his hand traced my body felt familiar and wrong—like a viper tightening its grip, fangs barely hidden.
I looked up, tears threatening to fall, but the thought of Jonathan’s hand over my eyes made me stubbornly hold them back. When I realized I was no match for him physically, I stopped struggling. Jonathan paused but didn’t stop kissing my face. He continued pressing soft kisses to my ear and neck. His touch was gentle, but his presence was overwhelming and dominant. My voice choked. “Why can’t you go to Alicia for this? I’m begging you.” My muscles tensed, and my voice cracked with a sob. “Just go to her.”
His touch was warm, whereas his voice was low and deep. “Like I said before, I only see her as a younger sister.” I earnestly stated, “You’re not even related by blood, so it’s fine. Your grandpa likes her. Even if you divorced me and married her tomorrow, no one would say a word.”
Jonathan looked like he was about to explode. “Do you even hear yourself right now? For the last time, she is like a sister to me. That’s it.” I retorted, “Is that so? I’ve been waiting for the day you and your sister… When you’re all lovey-dovey, I’ll be right there, sending my blessings—” A loud slap echoed through the room. I froze for a second, then looked up at him with disbelief. “Did you just hit me?”