Chapter: 275
He secretly wished Bethany would be content just being cared for by him, but he knew all too well that she would seize any chance to break free from such a life and dive back into work.

Bethany could read Jonathan's thoughts, so she rested her hand atop his and said, "I'm not tired. Somehow, living like this makes me feel worthwhile."

Although it was unlikely she could ever match Jonathan's social standing by her efforts alone, she was determined not to let anyone suggest she was with Jonathan for his wealth.

That would equate her to someone kept for convenience.

Jonathan responded, "Alright, just be careful not to overdo it."

"I won't, don't worry."

Once Jonathan left to freshen up and slip into his robe, Bethany, finally admitting to her exhaustion, closed her laptop.

That night, he embraced her tightly, as if they were two parts of a whole.

Privately, Jonathan was more affectionate than anyone would suspect.

The next morning, the sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting a warm, comforting glow.

Bethany stirred first, her brow furrowing. Even before she opened her eyes, she sensed his hand on her waist and his undeniable presence close behind her.

He was unusually close, pressing against her.

Typically, Jonathan was the early riser, making this the first time Bethany discovered that men could have certain reactions even in sleep.

Was he having a sexual dream?

The thought made Bethany inexplicably anxious, and she dared not move.

Just then, Jonathan edged forward slightly, pressing against Bethany's waist.

Startled, Bethany swiveled to face him, locking eyes with his sleepy gaze.

“What time is it?" Jonathan's voice was husky from sleep.

She stuttered, "Six-thirty."

Noticing her tense demeanor, Jonathan realized the cause.

“I'll go freshen up. You've been exhausted from traveling; sleep a bit longer." As Bethany began to rise, he drew her back into his embrace.

“What are you dodging, hmm?" Jonathan inquired playfully.

Heat crept into Bethany's cheeks. She couldn't bring herself to meet his eyes.

The intensity felt overwhelming for such an early hour.