Chapter 10
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I glanced at him and casually touched it. "Probably a mosquito bite."
"Katherine! Who the hell are you trying to fool?"
"Then what do you think it is? And even if it's exactly what you think, so what? "Men and women can have pure friendships, you know. Even if we kissed a little, it just means we're really close friends."
After saying that, I looked at Kimberly. "Don't you agree, Ms. Jensen?"
Kimberly's face flushed bright red, but she couldn't come up with a response. She tugged at Jasper, looking like she was about to cry.
But Jasper completely ignored her, his eyes locked on the mark on my neck. "Katherine, which random guy did you go drinking with last night? You'd better tell me clearly!"
"If you're so curious, why don't you find out yourself?" I raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Now, could you move? I'd like to get some rest."
Maybe it was my calm attitude that got under Jasper's proud, arrogant skin. His face darkened to an extreme.
"Katherine, don't you regret this. And don't let me find out who you've been fooling around with."
I gave a casual hum and replied, "Whoever regrets this is a bastard."
…
Back in my room, I took another shower and changed into some loose, casual clothes. I packed my things and left the hot spring resort directly.
On the way back, my dad called me several times. I didn't pick up.
Soon after, my brother sent me a message. "Did you have a fight with Jasper? Go apologize right now, stop being so dramatic. I'm negotiating a deal with the Suttons. Don't mess this up for me."
I felt an overwhelming pressure in my chest.
"I was just dating him, not sold to him. We've broken up now, and there's no chance of getting back together."
"Katherine, are you getting too full of yourself? Let me tell you, if you can't hold on to a golden prospect like him, I'll have Mom and Dad kick you out of the family!"
After graduating from college, I'd been completely independent.
My parents had long made it clear that everything in the Robinsons had nothing to do with me. It all belonged to my two elder brothers.
Out of all the houses the family owned, they'd only given me a small 60-square-meter apartment. The rest were under my brothers' and their wives' names.
So, the Robinson family's business and future—what did any of it have to do with me?
I chuckled and replied, "That's exactly what I want."
After returning home, I locked myself in for three days. No one could face a family like that without feeling any sadness or bitterness.
When the frustration got too much, I couldn't sleep at night. My head felt like it was going to explode. I had to get up and drink some alcohol.
Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the stress, but the pain in my breast from the fibrocystic condition started acting up again.
Even after taking medication, the pain only got worse. I had no choice but to drag myself to the hospital for a check-up.
I registered under a different specialist, trying to avoid Jonathan. After all, my whole life was a mess right now. I had no idea how to face him.
While waiting in the corridor, a nurse suddenly came over and called my name. I followed her, only to realize she was leading me to Jonathan's office.
I instinctively turned around to leave, but Jonathan's voice stopped me.
He must've been working nonstop for two or three days—the bloodshot eyes, the exhaustion written all over his face.
"Sit down for a bit. I'll wash my hands."
He took off his white coat and carefully washed and sanitized his hands. I watched the water run over his long, strong fingers.
