Seeing that, a hint of jealousy appeared in the eyes of the woman who had just thrown my wine and raised her hand to slap me again, but her wrist was caught by me.

She yelled at me in exasperation, “Bitch, don't be shameless. A lot of people can't enjoy Mr. Davis' wine.”

“Go ahead and hold her down. The one who dares to refuse me has not yet been born!” Jonathan's voice was as cold as ice, with a sense of oppression that could not be denied.

As I was about to leave, I was kicked in the knee by the man Jonathan brought with him.

With a thud, I slumped down in front of the two men.

The sharp pain made my face pale, and cold sweat continued to drip downwards from my forehead.

The dignity I was so proud of was now being stepped on by my most beloved man.

The sadness in the bottom of my heart could no longer be suppressed as it surged upwards.

The woman ripped off my mask and plunged her long nails into my skin in retaliation.

I frowned in pain and struggled desperately.

She stopped Jonathan's view and poured a full glass of wine into my mouth as if she was venting her anger.

I drank it so quickly that I choked on it and blushed all over my face. I couldn't help but slump to the ground and cough, curling up into a ball in pain.

I was allergic to alcohol, and even a little bit could make me choke.

After a while, my face began to flush with a dense red rash, and I was breathing more and more heavily.

The woman let go of me with satisfaction and lay tenderly into Jonathan's arms with a delicate smile.

“Mr. Davis, how about coming over to my place tonight? I've recently learned some new poses that I'd like to try with you.”

It took me a while to ease my choking sensation.

I fought back the nausea that welled up in my stomach and stood up. As I was about to head out the door, I was stopped by Jonathan.

“Wait. This cufflink is my compensation for you, and it'll be enough for you to live on for the rest of your life if you sell it.”

I looked at him silently, trying to find a bit of familiarity in him.

Unfortunately, there was none at all.

As I was about to extend my hand to take the cufflink that symbolized my humiliation, I heard him chuckle in a low voice.

“You look a lot like my girlfriend, and you're even both allergic to alcohol, but she's not as greedy for money as you are. If it were her, she would never have taken it.”

Girlfriend? How ironic it was.

I retracted my hand with embarrassment as I had an elaborate cufflink in my hand.

I had never seen the logo on it before, and it looked extraordinarily luxurious and totally inaccessible to a person at the bottom of the heap like me.

It was also the first time I realized that one cufflink was enough for me to work my whole life to get.

I turned to leave. I hadn't gotten far when I heard someone ask, “Mr. Davis, to be honest, that girl even sold the old house her mother left behind because of you. Are you really not impressed at all?”

Jonathan didn't say anything, the smoke at his fingertips flickering on and off as he frowned tightly, looking obviously annoyed.

After a while, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of white smoke and smiled carelessly, “It's just a game. Why do you take it seriously? The woman who will make me fall in love hasn't appeared yet in this world.”

Perhaps I had an aggravated allergy, and I was breathing even more rapidly, as if I was going to die from suffocation the next second.

“That was right. It's not your style to return to the fold. Mr. Davis, isn't that girl a particularly flirtatious one to keep you interested for so long? How about letting us try when you've broken up with her?”

Before he could finish speaking, Jonathan kicked him to the ground, picked up the beer bottle on the table and smashed it on his head, the spattered glass shards scratching the corners of his eyes.

But Jonathan seemed oblivious, his eyes indifferent as if he were looking at a dead thing.

“She's not someone you can joke about.”

Everyone fell silent in fear, and no one dared to go forward and pull Jonathan away for fear of getting into trouble.

Someone suddenly mentioned my name. “Mr. Davis, stop it. You have to go to the hospital later. You don't want Vivian to get suspicious, do you?”

Upon hearing that, Jonathan truly calmed down. He signaled for everyone to shut up, took out his cell phone and dialed my number.

The cell phone in my pocket suddenly rang, and the vibration sounded particularly loud in the quiet private room.

Seeing this, I hurriedly hit the hang up button. I walked quickly out the door, but I was stopped by him.

“Wait.”

At once, my heart raced, and my face grew pale.

“Take your mask off.”

Upon hearing that, I froze, not daring to look up at him.

Without a hint of sympathy, Jonathan ripped my mask off and stared at my face for a moment.

Fortunately, my face was swollen to the point where he couldn't tell me apart.

“Your face looks disgusting. Get out!”

With that, Jonathan took out his handkerchief and wiped his fingers in disgust. Then, he threw the valuable handkerchief into the trash.

It wasn't just the handkerchief he threw away, it was the last shred of my self esteem I had left.

The door hadn't been closed tightly when someone asked Jonathan what he thought I was.

He smiled and said carelessly, “She was just a toy for me to play with when I was bored. Watching her let her guard down about me and fall deeply in love with me as I push her into the abyss. Isn't that fun?”

Everyone laughed and complimented him on how awesome he was.

I clutched the doorknob, shaking all over.

The suffocating feeling that filled my chest made it almost impossible for me to stand.

I wanted to push the door open and ask him loudly if he was tired of pretending for the past five years.

But the disparity in status made me resist the urge, and he was no longer someone I could afford to offend.