Chapter: 1188

He never dreamed a day would come when he'd have to prove he was himself.

“How would you Like me to prove it? Should I fetch your glasses?"

Jonathan turned to rummage through Bethany's bag.

To his chagrin, no glasses were to be found. It appeared she had opted for contact lenses that day.

"I don't need contact Lenses! They irritate my eyes!" Bethany vaguely recalled pulling them off after a night of revelry.

"Then just take the medicine."

"Not until you prove you're Jonathan! I won't take it otherwise!"

Jonathan couldn't fathom how unreasonable Bethany could be in her inebriated state.

She usually went straight to bed after emptying her stomach.

After a moment of reflection, he surmised that Bethany felt uneasy, having not known he'd returned before her intoxication. That explained her vigilance. Otherwise, she wouldn't have slapped him.

"Well, how do you want me to prove it?" Jonathan sat on the edge of the bed, gently massaging her temples to alleviate her discomfort.

Bethany frowned, contemplating her next move. Then, as if a Light bulb had gone off, she leaned closer to his face. "He will kiss me. Give me a kiss, and I'll know if you're him or not."

Despite her charming suggestion, Jonathan felt no temptation. Instead, his frown deepened.

“Bethany! Never again test whether the person caring for you is truly Jonathan in this manner!"

Jonathan's voice grew louder, causing Bethany's brows to furrow deeply. "You're so loud..."

Jonathan took a deep breath, reminding himself not to argue with someone who was drunk.

Patiently, he wrapped his arms around Bethany, stroking her hair as if comforting a child.

"Just take the medicine and try to sleep. You'll feel better, and the kids are excited to play with you tomorrow."

Perhaps it was his gentle tone that prompted Bethany to suddenly turn, pressing him onto the bed, wrapping her arms around his neck, and nuzzling into him like a kitten.

Back in Wesden, Bethany often snuggled up to Jonathan like this after he had showered and climbed into bed.

At moments like these, she seemed completely certain she was with Jonathan.

“Can you sleep now?" Jonathan asked, pressing his chin against her forehead and drawing her closer with one arm around her waist.

"Yes." Bethany's voice was muffled, her discomfort still apparent.

Then, Jonathan reached to place the opened medicine on the bedside table. When he turned back, Bethany was fumbling with her clothing.