Chapter: 18

"Got a problem with that?" Jonathan asked casually.

"No."

"Okay, then eat more." Jonathan spoke in such a gentle tone, and he even put more food on her plate. From an outsider's perspective, it must've really looked like they were a pair of newlyweds.

But throughout the meal, Bethany had no appetite, because she felt something heavy weighing on her heart.

After dinner, the closer the car got to Jonathan's home, the more flustered she felt.

Jonathan barely paid attention to her in the car. He was too busy discussing work-related matters with his assistant.

“By the way, can you buy a few boxes of condoms at the pharmacy? Then send them to my place later," he said all of a sudden.

The assistant was just as stunned as Bethany.

In all his years working for the man, no woman had ever gotten close to Jonathan. Now that Jonathan was asking him to buy some condoms, his intentions towards Bethany were unmistakably clear.

"Okay, Mr. Bates," the assistant replied with uncertainty.

Overhearing the exchange, Bethany's face burned bright red, but she couldn't say anything. She pretended not to hear and continued to look out the window nonchalantly.

She had thought it over carefully and was willing to meet Jonathan's conditions. If she freaked out now, it might make him lose interest.

She didn't really have a boyfriend, and faced with absolute money and power, she needed to be more open-minded. To put it bluntly, this was just a deal. He would pay her mother's medical bills and find her the best doctor, and all she had to do was fulfill her wifely duties.

Thus, her current priority was to please Jonathan so that she wouldn't have to worry about her mother's medical expenses. Besides, she figured she could learn a lot from him with regards to work during this time.

Yet, she couldn't help but feel nervous when she finally took a shower, changed into her nightgown, and climbed into bed.

After dealing with some work, Jonathan retired to his bedroom, only to find Bethany lying on one side of his bed.

She was wearing his robe, which was too big for her. The loose fabric slipped off her shoulders and long legs, exposing skin.

All of a sudden, Jonathan's throat went dry as all the blood rushed to his crotch.

But he chose not to indulge himself-at least, not tonight.

"Bethany," he called out.

"Yes?"

"I just listed down all the problems with the Zucron Company project. If you have any questions, let's talk about it tomorrow. You can sleep now."

Confused, Bethany turned around to face him. “Didn't you want to..."

"Not tonight." He got in bed and wrapped his arm around her waist from behind. “I'm sleepy. Turn off the lights, will you?"