Chapter: 164

“I have sent the new project agreement to the head office. After the legal department reviews it, we can go ahead with it," Brody said in way of greeting to Jonathan.

However, Bethany knew that he was also subtly reminding her.

“Well, Mr. Bates, thank you," she said, having no choice but to talk to Jonathan.

Jonathan nodded slightly in response, acknowledging he had heard her.

During the rest of the dinner, Bethany just ate in silence without saying a word.

At one point, a strange realization struck her. It seemed that none of the meals she had eaten with Jonathan contained garlic.

Could it be that the he specifically instructed the meals to be made without garlic?

After dinner, Jonathan and the others wrapped up for a video meeting and were the first to leave.

Once they were gone, Bethany retreated to her room to tackle the stack of documents awaiting her.

She made a conscious decision not to dwell on the uncertainties, determined not to waste any more time.

With Jonathan's promise of a promotion, this was her shot at advancing quickly in her career. All she needed to do was stay focused and prove herself.

She kept at it, working diligently as the hours slipped by.

When the clock struck one, Bethany finally paused, stretching her tired wrist. That was when a sudden knock echoed through the quiet hallway.

It was so late. Who could it possibly be?

Cautiously, she approached the door and peered through the peephole with curiosity. To her surprise, it was Jonathan.

Hesitating briefly, Bethany opened the door, catching the scent of alcohol on Jonathan.

Before she could say anything, Jonathan brushed past her and got into the bathroom.

Jonathan, a stickler for cleanliness, despised the Lingering smell of alcohol on his body, yet social gatherings often led him to indulge.

Bethany understood his habits well enough by now. He wasn't planning to leave anytime soon.

He had slept next to her the previous night, but they hadn't had sex.

Would tonight be any different?

He seemed drained during the day and sought comfort in alcohol at night. How could he muster the energy for anything more?

Bethany shook her head, snapping herself out of those uncharacteristic, suggestive thoughts.

How had her thoughts descended to Aimee's level?