Chapter: 33

So, this was what it felt like to have someone to rely on in times of need.

Try as she might, she couldn't remember the last time someone had been by her side when she was sick.

Ever since her mother's suicide attempt and subsequent hospitalization, Bethany had spent the past decade too busy earning money to make ends meet to visit the hospital for minor illnesses.

On the rare occasions she did go, she always went alone.

Even with a close friend like Aimee, she rarely asked for help, believing she had to repay any favors but had nothing to offer in return.

Sensing her stirring, Jonathan woke up from his nap. He didn't say anything at first, just instinctively raised his hand to touch her forehead.

After ensuring her temperature was normal, his worry lines faded and his expression softened.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked with concern.

Shaking her head, Bethany replied, "I appreciate your concern, Mr. Bates, but I'm fine."

Being addressed like this, Jonathan frowned again.

He hated it when Bethany called him "Mr. Bates."

"Kenton's been handed over to the police."

"Oh, that's good." Bethany's tone was polite enough, but it still felt like she was distancing herself from him, which pissed him off.

“How long have you worked at Ensson Corporation?” he asked, suddenly raising his voice Like a stern employer.

If it weren't for the fact that she was lying in a hospital bed right now, Bethany would've stood up and answered him with respect.

"A Little over one and a half years," she replied.

"Then you should know that female employees are not allowed to negotiate with clients alone. It's company policy!"

His scolding was loud, but it made Bethany feel cared for.

"I won't do it again," she said meekly.

"Never again!"

Staring at the serious expression on his face, Bethany couldn't help but burst into laughter, remembering how he had scolded Carson the same way last time.

“What's so funny, huh?" Jonathan demanded aggrievedly.

“I'm not laughing at you. It's just. She quickly gathered her bearings and checked her phone for the time. It was already four o'clock in the morning. "Mr. Bates, it's late. Why don't you go back home and rest first? I can take care of myself—"

“Don't push yourself too hard," he said, interrupting her. Lowering his head, he took her hand in his. “Let's go home together."