Jasper furrowed his brows, his gaze fixed on me, unwavering.
“So what do you want me to do?”
“Go back and change your clothes,” he said, gently gripping my arm and pulling me into a secluded corner before lowering his voice.
“Katherine, you’re two years older than Kimmy. Just let her have this one.”
I pushed his hand away and laughed. “And what if I don’t want to?”
Jasper was stunned for a second, then let out a low chuckle. ‘What makes you think you have the right to say no to me?”
“But I just don’t want to.”
“If you don’t want to, then let’s break up.”
His handsome yet arrogant face gradually filled with anger and disdain, as if he was certain I’d be afraid of breaking up as if I wouldn’t dare to.
“Fine, let’s break up.” I shoved his hand away. “As you wish.”
Jasper suddenly laughed a cold, mocking laugh. “Alright then, guess I was being too nice. Now get the hell out of here.”
I didn’t say a word. I simply turned around, opened the door, and walked out with big strides.
After leaving, I didn’t go back to my room. Instead, I grabbed a bottle of red wine and headed to the little garden.
The cool evening breeze brushed against me as I sipped my second glass of wine. Feeling a bit tipsy, I sent Jonathan a message.
“Dr. Clayton.”
He replied almost instantly as if he’d been waiting for my message.
“What’s wrong?”
“My bosom still hurts.”
He didn’t reply right away. A few minutes later, he called.
