Chapter: 1078

Bethany walked into the supermarket, grabbed a few cans of beer, paid for them, and asked the store owner for a plastic bag before heading back to the park.

As the night deepened, the wind grew colder. She opened a can of beer and finished it in just a few gulps. Since the apartment wasn't far and she planned to head back soon, she allowed herself to keep drinking.

Her tolerance for alcohol had never been great, and after not drinking for a while, she started to feel dizzy. By the time she opened her third can, her feet felt like they were walking on cotton — soft and unsteady.

Bracing herself with her hands, she tried to stand up, but suddenly her eyes caught a familiar figure. It looked like Jonathan, but when she blinked and looked again, the figure was gone.

Bethany pursed her lips, sat back down, and pulled out her phone.

With a bit of Liquid courage, she found Jonathan's number.

"You're in Odonset, aren't you?" she asked.

About a minute later, he replied, “No, I'm not."

Bethany rubbed her temples and reached for the third can of beer, taking another swig. Her gaze remained fixed on her phone screen.

Jonathan hadn't replied with anything more than those three words. He didn't even ask why she was reaching out to him so late at night.

This wasn't like Jonathan.

So, there was only one possibility: it wasn't her imagination just now.

Bethany thought for a moment, lowered her gaze, and continued typing her message to Jonathan.

“Oh, okay, I'm drunk. I was wondering if you could come pick me up if you're in Odonset. But if you're not, then never mind."

She hesitated for a second before adding, “I can ask Jayson to pick me up instead. He has a spare room, and I can just crash there."

As soon as Bethany sent the message, she heard steady footsteps approaching from behind.

Bethany didn't need to look back to know who it was.

Jonathan's aura was unmistakable.

"I thought you said you weren't in Odonset," she said, smiling up at him. Bethany's eyes sparkled, perhaps due to the alcohol, adding a hint of allure to her expression.

Jonathan stood silently before her, draped in a black overcoat, his lips pressed silently together.

It seemed that he was here just to send Bethany back to her apartment and didn't intend to talk to her.

Bethany didn't push him to speak. Instead, she downed the beer in her hand.

Only one can remained in the bag.

As she reached for it, Jonathan's patience snapped. "Don't drink any more. Your stomach can't handle it."