I picked up my phone and unlocked the screen. Twenty-three missed calls and forty-seven unread messages popped up simultaneously.
Jonathan's gaze swept across the screen and his voice suddenly turned cold. "Who's looking for you so urgently?"
"A friend." I locked the screen and didn't elaborate.
Jonathan suddenly yanked off his tie and leaned in close.
"Daphne, what the hell are you doing? First, you plan to run away from home and now you're acting like you're half-dead. Do you still think you're that little princess everyone must coax?"
"If you're not born a princess, stop acting like one!"
"Go take a look outside. Which wife who can't bear children hasn't gotten divorced yet? What exactly are you so dissatisfied with?"
His breath brushed against my face.
If it had been the past, I would have cried because of his words, tearfully apologizing and saying I was sorry that I hadn't considered his feelings.
Now, I only felt a chill in my heart.
Since we already loathe the sight of each other, why continue to hold onto this marriage?
Just as I was about to speak, his phone rang.
Jonathan immediately straightened up almost reflexively and walked towards the door while answering the phone.