Before he could finish speaking, Jonathan kicked him to the ground, picked up the beer bottle on the table and smashed it on his head, the spattered glass shards scratching the corners of his eyes.
But Jonathan seemed oblivious, his eyes indifferent as if he were looking at a dead thing.
“She's not someone you can joke about.”
Everyone fell silent in fear, and no one dared to go forward and pull Jonathan away for fear of getting into trouble.
Someone suddenly mentioned my name. “Mr. Davis, stop it. You have to go to the hospital later. You don't want Vivian to get suspicious, do you?”
Upon hearing that, Jonathan truly calmed down. He signaled for everyone to shut up, took out his cell phone and dialed my number.
The cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang, and the vibration sounded particularly loud in the quiet private room.
Seeing this, I hurriedly hit the hang up button. I walked quickly out the door, but I was stopped by him.
“Wait.”
At once, my heart raced, and my face grew pale.
“Take your mask off.”
Upon hearing that, I froze, not daring to look up at him.
Without a hint of sympathy, Jonathan ripped my mask off and stared at my face for a moment.