Revenge to The Devil - Chapter 88

The next day, I had no idea about the time when I opened my eyes, only seeing the glaring sunshine penetrating through the heavy curtain. I grabbed the duvet and looked around…

“Why were so many stones being thrown at me?” I thought as I sheltered myself under the duvet, scratching my head, “Oh! Sorry,

Jonathan had come to embrace me, kissing my smooth collarbone eagerly with his lips. Out of expectation, I felt his breath and a sudden kiss.

I couldn’t help laughing and trembling under his strong and masculine chest and legs. “Stop touching,” I said.

He began to pull my jeans down. “You aroused me last night, but you spoke of divorce. Tonight, I will let you beg me to love you!” Jonathan said.

I shivered for a second, shocked by his flaming eyes. Although I had known his strong revengeful nature, I knew he could endure it for such a long time.

“You win, I beg for mercy now, okay?” I said.

“It’s too early,” he said.

He sat up straight, pulling my pants down rudely. He elbowed the coat on the sofa because of his excessive strength. As it slipped down, two booklets rolled out from the pocket. Huge words were shining in the golden light. “Marriage certificate” was written on them!

I was stunned, I shouted in anger, “Jonathan Li!”

He pretended to be deaf, stroking my bare legs with the back of fingers, casually.

I calmed my breath, shaking the certificate in front of him and said, “Can you explain this?”

“Are you serious? You want me to explain that now?” he asked. Then, seeing my unrelieved anger, he stopped his actions and explained, “I didn’t lie to you, I tore it up two years ago.”

I was quite satisfied with the explanation, relieving half of my anger and said, “Why didn’t you take it out this afternoon?”

“I found that when I said that I had forgotten the divorce agreement, you did not respond, I guessed that …” he leaned on me, kissing me smilingly, and opened my legs apart with his hands slowly.

“You wouldn’t mind if I didn’t bring the marriage certificate,” I finished the sentence for him.

How treacherous he was, in both the underworld and society. I concentrated on his words, while he undressed without hesitation, exposing his robust abdominal muscles…

I took a breath and closed my eyes, holding his strong waist, putting the matter about the certificate to one side.

Unfortunately, the bell rang. The noisy ringing seemed extremely long and incessant, which destroyed the hot rhythm. Even worse, when the ringing stopped, it rang again.

“Shit!” I said.

He stood up furiously, carrying his coat to cover me and tying his belt.

He opened the door, grabbing a bodyguard who I had never seen before, saying in an angry tone, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Delivering the dinner prepared by the hotel, did you reserved it…” that bodyguard glanced at me, seeing me leaning over the couch. Immediately, he realized his serious mistake, stunned with a pale face, waiting for a disaster.

Alas! Two years passed, I had thought he would have dealt with his temper, but it seemed to be more outrageous.

“Jonathan, I am hungry,” I called him gently.

He turned to me, his furious eyes becoming softer. He loosened his hands and watched the waiter, saying, “Bring it into the room.”

The waiter was too scared to look up. After putting the food inside, he rushed to the elevator desperately.

“If someone dares to interrupt me again, I will throw you out of the window like rubbish,” Jonathan said in a cold tone.

“Yes!” replied the bodyguard.

He closed the door and locked it, then brought me a plate of dessert. When I saw food, it reminded me that I had nothing to eat for the whole day. I neatened my messy clothes, when I reached the food, he had already brought it to my mouth. I opened my mouth, swallowing it all.

Such tenderness was not his style, but it seemed natural when he did such a warm thing. It was probably because he was accustomed to taking care of me as a little girl. While I took his care for granted.

Chewing the dessert, I asked curiously, “Why was the bodyguard so shocked?”

“Perhaps, he hasn’t seen me bring a woman home at night,” said Jonathan.

“Well,” I paused for a few seconds, “What?” I said. If it happened to other men, I would believe it.