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.