No Memory No Mercy novel Chapter 6

I had anticipated all sorts of reactions from Jonathan—anger, shock, disappointment, repulsion…

But whatever his reaction was, it no longer mattered to me.

The surroundings became eerily quiet, even more so than before.

I could even hear the dripping sound of water falling from my body onto the floor and the subtle sound of the people around me deliberately slowing their breathing.

They all seemed stunned.

I, who had basically worshipped Jonathan in the past, had just slapped him.

And not only that, I’d asked for a divorce.

Jonathan fell silent for a very long time.

The vivid red mark on his face was clear for all to see.

All of a sudden, he approached me.

Afraid that he was going to hit me back, I instinctively took a step back.

In that split second, Jonathan’s expression darkened even more than before.

He looked even more pissed off than he had when I had slapped him.

“I told you that slap was considered alimony from you!

Are you going to hit me back?”

I glared at him.

“Are you so ungentlemanly, Jonathan?”

He kept quiet and pressed his lips into a thin line.

Then, he grabbed my wrist and proceeded to drag me out behind him.

I struggled and put up a fight, but no one around offered to help.

They were all there to watch the drama unfold.

“I’m not going with you!”

In the mess of everything going on, I grabbed onto a sturdy arm.

The man shot me a glance before looking at Jonathan.

He did not pull me off.

Instead, he flashed Jonathan a somewhat roguish grin and said, “Jonathan, she nearly drowned.

Let’s not be so petty, eh?”

This was the man who had dove in to rescue me earlier on.

He was also drenched from head to toe, yet he carried an untamed charm about him.

He seemed the polar opposite of Jonathan.

While Jonathan carried himself in a cold and aloof manner, this man seemed wild and unruly.

I got momentarily lost in my thoughts as I stared at him.

Jonathan seemed to notice it, and a terrifyingly stormy look came over him.

He tightened his grip on my wrist and said, “She’s my wife, Frederick.

In what position are you to lecture me?”

Frederick, still wearing his cocky smile, replied, “Didn’t I just hear her say that she wants a divorce?”

For a moment, tension was thick in the air.