Chapter 70 I'm Jealous

"But my upperclassman is in danger right now!" I didn't have a moment to consider how President Hawthorne was feeling. I tried to pull away and chase after Luke Jordan. But Dominic Hawthorne's arm remained locked tightly around my waist. The next moment, his voice cut into my ears, word by word: "I'm jealous." I froze, stunned. "President Hawthorne, what are you talking about?" "I said," Dominic repeated, "I'm jealous. You're my wife. I won't allow it—while I'm standing right here, for your eyes to fix only on another man and treat me as if I don't exist." Under any other circumstances, his jealousy might have touched me, even moved me. But not now. I shoved him away with all my strength, looked up at him with a bitter smile, and said, "President Hawthorne, do you really think Luke's company collapsed because he's incompetent? Because he lacks vision? No!" I stared at Dominic, enunciating each word: "It's because your beloved Leona Fairchild used Henry Carter to frame me. When that fai