Chapter: 308

This time, instead of using the code, she pressed the doorbell.

Reaching for the handle, she found the door already unlocked. As it swung open, a pungent aroma of alcohol hit her.

Without pausing, she pushed the door wide and entered.

She was stunned to find Jonathan seated on the carpet in front of the living room sofa, endlessly pouring wine into his mouth. The coffee table was cluttered with a full ashtray of cigarette butts, some still emitting smoke.

In her memory, he had never indulged heavily in alcohol, certainly not to such a disgraceful extent.

"Jonathan, you need to stop drinking like this; it's too much for your stomach!"

Jonathan's head snapped up at the sound of Bethany's voice.

His suit hung on him, creased and battered, with the shirt missing buttons. His eyes were bloodshot, like a hunted animal in the night, intense and piercing, stealing the breath away.

"You lied to me, didn't you?" Jonathan's voice cut through the tension.

Bethany frowned, caught off guard. "What?"

“You don't really want Jayson. You said that out of anger."

Bethany withdrew her hand abruptly, masking concern with impatience.

"I thought you were capable of more, but it seems you're just clingy. Too bad, I'm done playing this game."

Before she could finish, Jonathan silenced her with a forceful kiss, desperate and raw, drowning out the unspoken words.

His kiss lacked finesse and was fueled by desperation and longing. It tasted like blood from bitten lips, with a metallic tang that Lingered.

He sought her response eagerly, his lips and tongue fervently exploring, wanting to merge with her.

But Bethany remained passive, letting him take control.

Jonathan, consumed by need, deepened the kiss, pushing her down onto the carpet and holding her hands above her head.

Driven by impulse, he began tearing at her clothes.

Until they were both exposed and he entered her, Bethany finally pushed against his chest, trying to resist.

“Jonathan, I'm here to sign divorce papers, not to be taken advantage of!"

But he was too strong. His chest was unyielding. In desperation, Bethany slapped him.

Jonathan froze, his movements halted.

Bethany hadn't expected to strike him. Fear crept in as she faced the intoxicated man, who had lost all reason and was unpredictable now.