Chapter: 351

"Seriously? Awesome! No worries. If I take Nola out, I'll make sure she wears a mask. You can focus on your work and leave us to ourselves!"

Bethany nodded gratefully and told Aimee, "I appreciate everything you've done over the years."

"Don't mention it. We're best friends, aren't we?" Aimee blinked at Bethany. "Plus, I've been doing it willingly! Nola is so adorable!"

Bethany found amusement in Aimee's carefree outlook on life.

If she could let go of things, wouldn't she feel less frustrated?

Since there was no direct flight from Floria to Westsilver, Jonathan had to first fly to Odonset and then change planes to reach Westsilver.

Jonathan's travel plans were kept confidential and he traveled alone.

Brody had organized transportation and accommodation for him.

Upon disembarking from the plane, Jonathan spotted his ride waiting for him.

Once he stowed his Luggage and settled into the car, Jonathan took the back seat, closed his eyes, and rested. His brow furrowed slightly, and his long lashes created a shadow on his lower Lids.

Shedding his suit jacket, he unbuttoned the top of his shirt, feeling a wave of relaxation wash over him.

Having traveled from abroad, the journey had consumed his entire day.

Finally, he was back home.

The driver glanced at Jonathan through the rearview mirror before he asked cautiously, "Mr. Bates, are we heading straight to Dreamer Hotel, or would you prefer...?"

"Let's go straight to the hotel."

"Yes, Mr. Bates," the drive responded with a respectful nod, steering the vehicle to the Dreamer Hotel.

As the car rolled to a gentle stop, Jonathan roused himself from his reverie and disembarked.

He cast a discerning glance at the hotel before him. The entrance, adorned with tasteful decorations, spoke of modest elegance, yet the limited expanse suggested it was not a high-end, star-rated hotel.

"Mr. Bates, would you Like me to carry your Luggage up?" the driver inquired, eyeing the small suitcase, likely containing just a few clothes.

"I've got it, thanks." Grasping his suitcase, Jonathan was about to stride in.

A small voice, as sweet as a bell, called out, "Mommy!"

Typically, Jonathan was as indifferent to children. He neither disliked them nor was particularly fond of them. Yet, on this day, the child's dulcet tones tugged at his attention like an invisible string.

Turning his head, Jonathan's eyes fell upon a little girl, perhaps two or three years old, her ponytail bouncing with every movement like a playful. spring.

From his vantage point, he could only see her chubby cheek, reminiscent of a little plump dumpling.