Chapter: 1747

Bethany groaned inwardly-he really was good at everything.

“Okay, that's enough of this game," she said with mock frustration.

“Let's try something else. There's another claw machine over there.”

“Whatever you say." Jonathan followed her, giving her space but always close enough to guide her away from anyone who wandered too near.

After a few more games, Bethany still hadn't won anything, while Jonathan had accumulated a handful of prizes. All the plushies and trinkets in her arms were thanks to his skill, not hers.