Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 576

Anneliese was startled, and her tears stopped instantly.

Jonathan grabbed the towel off his face and walked toward her.

Anneliese was still sitting on the sink counter, her toes curling involuntarily as he approached.

When he came to a stop in front of her, she finally noticed the ice pack in his hand. Only then did she realize that he hadn't stormed off in anger after hearing her talk about breaking up. Instead, he had gone to get an ice pack for her.

"Do you still want to hit me?" As Jonathan glanced at her drooping posture, the coldness in his eyes faded slightly.

Anneliese glanced at him and said, "I didn't do it on purpose…"

Seeing his hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, guilt washed through Anneliese, especially when she knew that the towel had been covered in her tears and snot.

She wanted to take the towel from Jonathan to rinse it, but the latter didn't let go. He turned on the faucet, rinsed the towel, and wrung it dry.

Anneliese thought Jonathan was going to wipe his face, but he wrapped the ice pack inside the damp towel and pressed it onto her swollen cheek.

She glanced at him, flustered and unsure where to put her gaze. She turned around and grabbed another towel. Then, she gave him while reaching for the ice pack.

"I'll do it myself. You should wipe your face."

However, Jonathan didn't take the towel from her, nor did he hand her the ice pack. Instead, he leaned forward and braced one hand on the counter beside her. His face drew dangerously close to hers.

"You are the one who threw it, so you should clean it."

Anneliese paused. Under the pressure of his gaze, she raised her hand and began wiping the water from his face. Once she finished, she reached for the strands of hair that had fallen over his forehead.

Just as her fingers brushed his hair, he raised his hand and grabbed her fingers.

Anneliese wanted to withdraw her hand, but Jonathan interlaced his hand with hers. Then, he lifted their clasped hands to her eye level and asked in a low voice, "What do you see?"

Following his gaze, Anneliese looked down at their intertwined hands.

"You didn't? Not even a full day and you're already giving up on me." Jonathan's voice was cold. He cupped her chin and forced her to meet his eyes.

"Are my feelings cheap and worthless to you?"

His accusation stunned her completely, making her feel like she was an awful person.

"It's just temporary. Give me some time, and I'll talk to Grandma again," she said hastily.

Jonathan pressed his lips tightly together, restraining the force of his grip on her chin.

When Anneliese said she wanted some time alone, a fire burned ragingly in his chest, almost breaking loose. For a moment, he even had the insane urge to throw her over his shoulder and hide her away somewhere, making it impossible for her to leave him. Another part of him wanted to slam the door and leave, giving her exactly what she wanted.

After all, he wasn't a man who couldn't live without her. If she could cast him aside so easily, then he might as well move on too.

However, when he saw her swollen cheek and helpless tears, all his anger vanished in seconds. He could only force himself to remember that she was still young, so he couldn't hold everything against her. Moreover, it was his fault that she was in such a painful dilemma since he hadn't protected her well enough.