Forgive My Ex-husband novel Chapter 38

After locking herself in the villa for a day, Melinda started feeling antsy and probably needed a change of scenery. She felt as if everything was closing in on her and her thoughts were being suppressed by something that she had no control over.

As soon as Jonas got home from work, the scene that greeted him through the window, was Melinda pacing nervously in the living room, holding an animated conversation with herself as if she was trying to give herself a pep talk or chastising herself. She looked beautiful wearing a simple long white shirt and a pair of white slippers, a tight frown permanently plastered on her face.

Her hair stuck to both sides of her temples, probably from the light sweat she had worked up, due to her nervous pacing. Her fingers looked delicate and beautiful, wrapped around a pen that she would occasionally nibble whenever she was in deep thought. The scene was quite alluring for Jonas as he tried to gulp in air feeling as if his lungs were being pressed by a metal band.

'Damn it! How can this girl look so tempting today?'

Completely ignorant of the salacious looks and thoughts that Jonas had been throwing her way, Melinda briskly turned around and bumped into a wall of flesh. She rubbed her head, and then looked up in confusion. Her eyes immediately met Jonas's deep set glacial blue eyes that were dancing with mischief and unrestrained heat, clearly reflecting his naughty thoughts.

"It's you... What are you doing here?"

Clenching the pen in her hand like a shield, Melinda looked at Jonas cautiously. They had been married for five years and she was familiar with the way he always looked at her with disgust. But the look in his eyes was different this time. She couldn't pin what had changed, and all she knew was that he was making her feel weird.

"All of a sudden, I want to bury myself deep inside you."

Jonas grinned crudely, in a playful yet serious manner. Once Melinda heard his words, she uncontrollably checked out the offensive body part that was being referred to.

She swallowed nervously, and quickly jumped back like a frightened rabbit, and made a sharp turn, as she instantly changed their topic of discussion. "Grandpa asked us to have dinner with him tonight. I have to change my clothes first."

Melinda then disappeared in a flash. Hearing her words, Jonas burst into hearty laughter in a deep and cheerful voice. His attitude also baffled him, since he was having too much fun at Melinda's expense.

Melinda wore a silk dress which hugged her body like a glove, peppering soft sensual kisses on her body with every step she made. Her hair was braided in classy little buns and then delicately piled in an intricate up do. She looked very different and slightly maturer than before. Jonas was still looking dapper in a suit although he hadn't put much effort. They went to the main villa together walking side by side giving the impression that they were a couple intimately in love. Nelson was patiently waiting for them.

When they walked in they saw Yulia also sitting at the table. Her mood instantly changed as soon as she saw Melinda. Melinda pursed her lips as if trying to control her emotions and silently sat at the farthest position from Yulia.

As Jonas looked at Melinda's careful movements, moving around silently like a caged animal, the cold and hard corners of his mouth softened.

The meal was a little dull and tense with everyone absorbed in their own thoughts, although Melinda tried to make sure that everyone was getting along harmoniously. She even went as far as possible to take care of Yulia, cordially passing anything that she needed, and putting bits of food in her plate whenever her plate was empty although their relationship was a little awkward.

At the table, Nelson scolded Jonas as usual, complaining that he was busy working too much. He had even forgotten how to take care of a woman and wasn't giving Melinda the necessary care that she needed.

Early the next morning, when Melinda sleepily walked into the living room, she was shocked to see someone sitting in the living room. She rubbed her eyes, thinking that maybe she was still dreaming, but when she opened her eyes again, he was still there. "Didn't you go to work?"

"I'll be staying home with you today."

Jonas had thought of how pretty and tempting Melinda looked the day before in the living room, and felt that what Nelson said made sense. He needed to pay more attention to her, so he decided to take a holiday to keep Melinda company for the day.

"I don't need your company, I am perfectly fine on my own."

Melinda was not trying to act out or play coy, she was actually telling the truth. Now that she had been spending so much time alone, she had grown accustomed to her own company. If Jonas insisted on sticking around, she would be very uncomfortable.

Jonas was not amused by her words, his face turned red with suppressed rage. He had taken time off his busy schedule and spent more time with Melinda, but she didn't even think twice about rejecting his generous offer.

"I will be staying home today," said Jonas in anger while also sulking.

He sat on the sofa like a king, with his legs crossed elegantly. He had a powerful aura around him, and although the villa was humongous, Melinda felt her space suddenly shrink and she was getting suffocated by his mere presence. She felt a sense of depression at the thought of spending a whole day with him.

"Okay, suit yourself,"

Melinda said in a very cold voice. Silently contemplating Jonas's presence and how she was going to survive this day, she left in a huff and went back to her room with a pot of tea in her hand. She hadn't left her room the whole morning and at this rate it seemed like she was going to spend her whole day in her room.

This kind of behavior made Jonas very unhappy. He had assumed that if he stayed home, Melinda would be very moved and spend the day with him. She would please him the whole morning, but unfortunately, his expectations were thwarted and he was made to feel like a pile of useless discarded paper.

Melinda showed up in the kitchen right on time for lunch. She rummaged through the drawers and picked a lot of snacks for herself and then she strutted back to her bedroom, turning a blind eye to the seething man, Jonas, who was on the sofa.

Being ignored the whole morning was very upsetting for Jonas and he was reaching his limit. He couldn't bear it anymore. He threw daggers at the receding figure giving her a lethal stare. If eyes could kill, Melinda would have been turned to ashes. The culprit and source of his anger was so oblivious and continued walking to her room.

No one had ever dared to act with such disrespect towards him. Jonas's pride could not allow him to confront Melinda about her bad behavior and let her know that he had been offended. Instead he opted to walk away, slamming the door in his wake.

The banging of the doors of the sports car and the screeching sound it made as rubber met gravel, made Melinda frown at the disturbance. She peeped through the window and all she saw was the trunk of the car that was speeding off in a cloud of dust. "What's wrong with him?" muttered Melinda.

As soon as Jonas strode into one of the private rooms in the club alone, a row of wine and all sorts of hard liquor were placed on the table. The dry-ice smoke and dark neon lights made the room look more intriguing. Jonas looked especially handsome under such filtered light.

Emily who happened to be entertaining several investors in the club, quickly made up an excuse and left the room as soon as she heard that Jonas was around. She quickly touched up her make-up and shimmied into a nice figure hugging dress, before skillfully strutting into the private room where Jonas often stayed.