Chapter 17: The Light on My Way to Revenge

12

I got home at 12 a.m. Jonathan was still awake. He was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, his face sullen. There were cigarette butts and ash scattered at his feet. His tie was loose, and his sleeves were rolled up high on his arms. Blue veins could be seen under his skin.

"I'm back," I said before running upstairs.

However, he was faster than me. He sprang briskly from the back of the sofa and, with one hand on the handrail, jumped onto the steps and blocked my way.

"That's it?"

I nodded. "Good night?" I asked tentatively, looking into his angry eyes.

His face darkened, and he said through gritted teeth, "Don't you want to explain?"

I took a step back and covered my belly. "Night running with a friend. Isn't it obvious?"

He smiled angrily, put his big hand around my waist, and pulled me into his arms. Then he pinched my chin and forced me to look straight at him. "Shirley, I spoil you too much."

After that, he bent down to pick me up and strode toward my bedroom.