“She's not someone you can joke about.”
Everyone fell silent in fear, and no one dared to go forward and pull Jonathan away for fear of getting into trouble.
Someone suddenly mentioned my name. “Mr. Davis, stop it. You have to go to the hospital later. You don't want Vivian to get suspicious, do you?”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan truly calmed down. He signaled for everyone to shut up, took out his cell phone and dialed my number.
The cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang, and the vibration sounded particularly loud in the quiet private room.
Seeing this, I hurriedly hit the hang up button. I walked quickly out the door, but I was stopped by him.
“Wait.”
At once, my heart raced, and my face grew pale.
“Take your mask off.”
Upon hearing that, I froze, not daring to look up at him.
Without a hint of sympathy, Jonathan ripped my mask off and stared at my face for a moment.
Fortunately, my face was swollen to the point where he couldn't tell me apart.
“Your face looks disgusting. Get out!”
With that, Jonathan took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers in disgust. Then, he threw the valuable handkerchief into the trash.
It wasn't just the handkerchief he threw away, it was the last shred of my self esteem I had left.
The door hadn't been closed tightly when someone asked Jonathan what he thought I was.
He smiled and said carelessly, “She was just a toy for me to play with when I was bored. Watching her let her guard down about me and fall deeply in love with me as I push her into the abyss. Isn't that fun?”
Everyone laughed and complimented him on how awesome he was.
I clutched the doorknob, shaking all over.
The suffocating feeling that filled my chest made it almost impossible for me to stand.
I wanted to push the door open and ask him loudly if he was tired of pretending for the past five years.
But the disparity in status made me resist the urge, and he was no longer someone I could afford to offend.
