Chapter: 1586

"Am I not allowed to change it?" Jonathan's response was sharp, like a defensive parry.

"Yes, of course." Bethany nodded, her voice softening as she swallowed her pride. “I was upset, so I came here. But while I stood outside, it dawned on me-it's your right. Who am I to interfere? It just stung a little, that's all."

Jonathan had never seen her so vulnerable, so unlike the fiery woman he had known.

It twisted the knife in his heart.

He would have preferred her storming in, full of fire, shouting at him, or even lashing out.