Chapter: 41

Since she didn't need to stay at Jonathan's place today, she went home to her apartment.

But just as she was settling down after taking a shower and slipping into some pajamas, her phone rang.

It was Jonathan calling her.

After hesitating for a moment, Bethany hit the answer key. "Mr. Bates?"

"Miss Holt, it's me, Mr. Bates' assistant. He is drunk. Can you be the one to take him home?"

“What? Just take him back to East Shade Bay." She didn't have a car nor the physical strength to carry him. How on earth would she be of any help to a drunk Jonathan?

"I can't. I...I drank, too."

Frowning, Bethany wanted to suggest that Jonathan's assistant call Maddie, but she ended up swallowing the words.

She didn't know what kind of feud or misunderstanding the two had, but she figured there must be a good reason why Jonathan's assistant called her and not Maddie.

"Okay, hang in there. I'll be there in half an hour."

To save time, Bethany didn't change out of her pajamas; she simply pulled a coat on to cover herself and then rushed out the door, thinking she'd go back home right after dropping Jonathan off at his house.

She hailed at taxi to the location Jonathan's assistant had sent her.

After paying for the fare and getting out of the car, she spotted Jonathan's car in the distance.

"Miss Holt, you came!" Jonathan's assistant rushed over as soon as he saw Bethany. "Here are his car keys.”

Taking the car keys, Bethany noticed that Jonathan's assistant didn't smell of alcohol. In stark contrast, as soon as she got into the car, the man slumped over in the passenger seat reeked of hard liquor.

“I'll leave Mr. Bates to you, Miss Holt. Drive safely!" The assistant stood by the road and waved at them goodbye.

Stunned, Bethany rolled down the window and asked, "You're not coming with us?"

Then who would help the drunk Jonathan inside when they arrived?

“I have work to do," the assistant said helplessly.

Left with no choice, Bethany started the car begrudgingly.

She stole a glance at Jonathan and found that he was still wearing a neat suit shirt. His handsome face was tense, his brows furrowed and his thin lips tightly pursed, giving an impression that he was unapproachable.

Fortunately, his eyes were sealed shut; Bethany figured he was fast asleep.

When the car arrived at East Shade Bay, Bethany opened the passenger door and called, "Mr. Bates?"

There was no response.