"What position do you think you've put me in? Tell me, what do you take me, Jonathan, for?"
Pressing against the door, Clarisse trembled as she finally managed to say, "H-How did you find out?"
For some reason, even though she was terrified of his wrath, she felt an immense sense of relief. Now that he knew the truth, she wouldn't have to keep pretending and hurting him. She could finally be free.
Jonathan's face grew even colder as he bent down to look at her pale face, letting out a cold snort.
"You seem very concerned about how I found out. Shouldn't you be more concerned about how to calm my anger?"
"I'm sorry."
She said her apology in a timely manner. It was something she had been saying to him in her heart every day, and today, she finally had the chance to say it out loud.
But he interrupted her sharply.
