Chapter 190

Jonathan let out a low scoff. "If I had left, I would've missed the charming sight of you cursing me first thing in the morning." "I didn't curse you," I shot back, though we both knew I was lying. He gave a faint smile, the kind that carried a trace of helplessness. "Alright, then. Let's just say you didn't." I hesitated for a second, then decided it wasn't worth pretending. "Fine. I did curse you. So what?" I looked him straight in the eye, unrepentant. But he didn't rise to the bait. Instead, he reached out and ruffled my hair before walking over to the side and slowly getting dressed. "Where did you go just now?" I asked, frowning. "Took a shower," he replied simply. I snorted. Over the past few days, I had noticed he had an obsessive need to stay clean. He took at least two showers a day. Rubbing my sore shoulder, I muttered, "Anyone would think I was filthy or something." He paused for a beat, then turned to look at me. "You're not." I gave him a strange look. "Of co