2/2
Chapter 400 It’ll Be More Than Just a Slap
“If I hear you spouting nonsense to my husband again, trying to stir things up, I’ll do more than just a slap next time!” Anneliese finally let go of Selina.
She then reached for Jonathan’s hand before saying, “Let’s go.”
Jonathan followed her lead while his mind lingered on the words she had just said. Anneliese wasn’t the kind to kick someone when they were down. He knew what she said was to defend him.
Glancing at her small hand clutching his, he couldn’t help but smile widely.
They both drove off one after another, leaving Selina sitting by the road with venom–filled
eyes.
In the elevator, Anneliese finally snapped under the weight of his gaze and his subtle smile. She looked up and shot daggers at him. “Why’re you staring at me and smiling like that?”
Jonathan didn’t bother hiding it anymore, and he smiled even wider, showing his perfectly white teeth. His handsome face lit up so brilliantly that it almost dazzled her.
It made Anneliese feel that he should become a flight attendant instead of a captain. He surely could attract more customers for AeroAir with that smile of his alone. This would be far more efficient than burning himself out as the CEO.
“I didn’t know you’d be this fierce to protect your husband,” he teased. Her cheeks tinged with embarrassment.
Anneliese shot him a glare. “Fierce? You kicked her halfway across the street. You don’t need me to protect you. She was trying to stir up trouble for no reason! This isn’t the first time she’s done this. I have to show her who’s boss. Otherwise, she’ll try this again!”
Jonathan dropped his smile. Suddenly, he pouted a little and lamented, “Is that so? I thought it was because she was talking through her hat. You were afraid that I’d misunderstand and be hurt. So you taught her a lesson for me.”
Indeed, Anneliese had panicked. She was afraid Jonathan would misunderstand.
She remembered Zion saying that he wasn’t actually busy but didn’t want to visit Nishay himself. So she told herself not to forget her place. After all, their marriage was one of convenience. Jonathan had no obligation to help take care of Nishay like she was his family.
She had lost her bearings because he had treated her so well. She indulged in the illusion that
1/3
they were a normal couple. What Zion said was probably a warning from Jonathan. It was meant to remind her of her place.
She kept telling herself not to fall deeper just because he was kind. But she forgot everything the moment she heard Selina trying to sow discord.
She couldn’t keep her calm as she feared Jonathan would misunderstand her. She couldn’t keep up the act anymore. She was hopelessly in love with Jonathan.
“Why so quiet?” Jonathan bent down, trying to catch a glimpse of her expression as she suddenly looked down.
“You’re so annoying!” Anneliese shouted. She shoved him aside and dashed out the elevator doors.
Jonathan let her go. He was certain that she was just shy as he watched her run away before trailing after her.
But as night fell, he could sense something was off with Anneliese. It seemed she was avoiding him on purpose.
When he exited the bedroom after changing, she had left with Meatloaf without even asking if he wanted to walk her together.
Later on, he heard the door. But when he exited the study, only Meatloaf was batting a ball across the floor in the living room. However, she was gone. He searched for her and realized she was taking a shower.
When she finally came out in her pajamas, he was sitting on the couch with a magazine. “Come here. Let me dry your hair.”
Jonathan set the magazine aside to get up for the hairdryer, but Anneliese shook her head. “It’s fine. I dried it in the bathroom.”
His gaze swept over her still–damp hair, his voice firm, “You must dry it completely. Come here.”
As he spoke, he went over to the vanity and plugged in the hairdryer.
Anneliese instantly regretted rushing earlier, as she hadn’t fully dried her hair before coming
out.
She didn’t budge. So Jonathan frowned. “Are you avoiding me?”
Her heart skipped a beat as she retorted, “Why would I avoid you?”
2/3
She bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. Guilt and irritation were written all over
her face.
