Chapter 155
I knew that every time I brought up divorce, Jonathan’s emotions would flare.
But if I managed to bluff my way out of it this time, what about next time?
Everyone said Jonathan couldn’t stand me, that he didn’t even want to see my face. Even Jonathan
himself had never denied it.
I used to think we didn’t even share a bed, let alone act like a real couple. But it turned out… We did. We lived like any normal husband and wife, and more than that, our sex life was surprisingly
frequent.
If he kept staying this close to me, day in and day out, there was no way I could keep hiding the truth. Sooner or later, I’d slip up.
My head throbbed. I shut my eyes just as the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.
I tensed instantly, spine rigid, about to sit up, when the bathroom door opened and Jonathan
walked out.
This was a large penthouse with plenty of space, but only one master bedroom. All the other rooms were designed for function, not even a guest room. It was like the entire place had been set up just for the two of us.
I’d originally planned to sleep in the guest room, but Jonathan had killed that plan at the root.
He came out and glanced at me, sitting against the headboard, pale–faced and quiet, but said
nothing.
I didn’t want to look at him, so I relied on sound to figure out what he was doing.
He seemed to be towel–drying his hair as he walked toward me.
I kept my eyes shut until the mattress dipped beside me–he’d sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Elise.”
He gripped my chin, forcing my head up. Only then did I open my eyes a little to look at him.
“I thought you were going to keep pretending to be asleep.”
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