“I was wearing a man’s shirt.”
Jasper’s pupils contracted instantly, and his face gradually turned ashen.
“That shirt belongs to him. We were together that night–drank, talked, and slept.”
“Katherine!” he roared through gritted teeth.–
“Don’t be mad,” I tilted my head slightly. “Didn’t you and Kimberly do the same? Besides, we hadn’t even broken up at that time.”
“That’s different! I was just messing around with her! If I really liked her, there’d be no place for you!” Jasper’s voice was low and furious, nearly trembling with rage.
“You’re right, it is different. Because I’m serious. I really like him.”
“Who the hell is this guy?” Jasper was about to lose his mind. No one had ever dared to steal what was his–until
now.
“I swear I’ll skin him alive!” He was seething, completely unhinged.
“Who do you want to skin?” A deep, cold voice sounded from behind him.
It was like someone had pulled the plug on Jasper–his whole body froze. After a long moment, he stiffly turned
around.
When he saw that it was Jonathan standing there, it was as if someone had yanked out his spine.
He stood dumbfounded, unable to say a single word.
Jonathan was wearing a black overcoat, his face calm, sharp, and distant.
“Go on, say it–Jasper.”
“Jo… John,” Jasper stammered.
Jonathan ignored him, stepping past to take the box from my hands.
