"Open the door!" Jonathan's voice was deep.
"I'm taking a shower." Anneliese's muffled voice sounded.
Jonathan cut her off immediately, not believing a single word.
"Should I kick the door open, or should I go ask your grandma myself? You get two seconds to choose. Two…"
Soon, the bathroom door opened in front of him. Anneliese's figure flashed past.
Jonathan pushed the door open and grabbed her wrist.
Anneliese lowered her head, and her long hair draped down. The bathroom was dimly lit, so he couldn't see her face.
She tugged her hand and said, "What are you doing? I forgot to wash up this morning. I was going to wash my face. Let me go."
How could Jonathan not see through her cover-up? He pulled her in front of him and carefully lifted her chin.
Anneliese couldn't avoid him. Her small face—marked with a clear handprint—was forced into his line of sight.
In that split second, Jonathan's eyes were filled with deep regret, and his expression went cold. Jonathan felt his heart ache as he looked at the bright red handprint on her cheek.
If it had been anyone else, he would've broken their hand on the spot. However, the one who struck her was the only family Anneliese cared for. Moreover, Nishay was Frederick's mother-in-law; he couldn't bring himself to hold any resentment toward her, not when Anneliese treasured her so much.
A fire he couldn't vent burned fiercely inside him.
His gaze was too deep, and Anneliese couldn't handle it. She didn't want him staring at her in such a pathetic state. Hence, she pushed him and tried to turn away.
However, Jonathan tightened his grip on her chin, tilting her head up higher.
The next second, an extremely cool breath brushed against the burning skin of her cheek.


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