Chapter: 1189

“Are you hot?"

"Help me take them off. Jonathan, help me. I can't find the buttons."

Bethany's voice quivered with slight annoyance, as though she was genuinely frustrated by the buttons.

Her drunken state could make her unreasonably agitated over trivial matters.

Yet, Jonathan was only human, and it had been a long time since he'd been intimate with anyone.

When he spoke again, his voice carried a husky edge. “Let go of me first. I'll help you change into your pajamas."

“Don't go..."

Bethany's voice held a trace of coquettishness, her irritation sounding almost playful.

Jonathan felt a headache coming on.

“Okay, I won't leave. Just try to sleep now."

“Then take off my clothes." She pouted.

Jonathan closed his eyes, struggling to contain his turbulent thoughts. “Let me get out of bed first, and then I'll help you change."

Remaining in the bed was becoming increasingly difficult.

"Jonathan, do you not love me anymore?" Bethany suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze clear yet unfocused. "Why don't you want me?"

Jonathan found himself at a loss for words.

The next second, Bethany's hand moved toward his lower body.

His body tensed, and he gritted his teeth. “Bethany, stop."

Bethany frowned, visibly upset by his reaction. "But you're already... Aren't we doing this today?" She moved closer, her fragrance overwhelming Jonathan.

Unrestrained, Bethany attempted to slip her hand into his waistband.

Jonathan clenched his jaw and firmly grasped her wrist. "Enough. You need to sleep."

Bethany blinked, her eyes welling up. "You don't love me anymore."

"Listen, we can't do this now. You're drunk. You'll regret this when you sober up tomorrow."

“I won't."

"You will."