The car's headlights glaring into his eyes forced Jason, already irritated and restless, to quickly jump and hide behind a tree in front of Emilia's rented room at the alley's end.
His piercing eyes, filled with resentment, stared intensely at the car. The neon light from the streetlamp allowed him to guess whose car it was.
His large hand clenched tightly, and his strong jaw was set so firmly that the flesh on his cheek twitched.
"Oh, so you came home late because you were out with that guy, huh?"
He shouldn't be angry, shouldn't be this furious, but he couldn't control his feelings. Every part of his body was about to explode from all the rage.
Look at that — still saying goodbye so sweetly. You've got a husband, and you're still flirting around. Slut.
Jason muttered softly in repr
