Chapter 8

I secretly clenched my fists, planning to punch Jonathan the moment he leaned in. But after staring at me for a long time, Jonathan didn't do anything. He simply wrapped an arm around me and lay down beside me. I froze for a second, then immediately began struggling. "Let go of me," I demanded coldly. Jonathan didn't say a word, but his hold around me tightened. With every slight movement I made, I felt the changes in his body. My expression changed instantly, as I was filled with both anger and helplessness. "If you don't want anything to happen, then you should stop moving, Elise." I could sense that he meant every word he said, and along with the pain in my wrist, despair ate me up from within. Jonathan and I were legally married. Even though I was currently just the 18-year-old version of myself, who had never even held a man's hand, I had noticed over the past few days that the 25-year-old Elise and Jonathan had a normal married life. In everyone's eyes, I was hopelessly i