Chapter 12 Heartless Woman

Rose struggled instinctively, but the man's large hand gripped hers suddenly. Their fingers laced together suggestively.

He buried his face against her shoulder. His ragged breaths brushed over her collarbones and made her feel numb there. Rose could not help but shiver.

She tried to kick a vulnerable part of the man's body, but she had only just lifted her leg when a hand gripped her knee.

In the darkness, Jonathan's gaze was terrifyingly piercing.

"How heartless!" he snarled coldly and mockingly.

She had paid to spend the night with him the night before last, but she was trying to make him impotent now. He silently cursed Rose.

Jonathan recognized her the moment she walked into the room. He spilled the wine on purpose so that the smell of alcohol would mask his scent.

He even disguised his voice by making it lower. That way, she would not recognize him.

Jonathan thought about the lipstick stain on Nixon's collar. He felt an inexplicable rage building up inside his heart.

"Wh