Chapter: 42

Bethany sighed heavily. She had no choice but to use all her strength to hoist this six-footer of a man over her shoulder and help him inside the house.

After a long and arduous struggle, she finally managed to get Jonathan to the bed. However, just as she was about to leave, a pair of large hands grabbed her waist.

The next moment, she felt herself being yanked onto the bed.

“Mr. Bates!" Bethany shrieked as she was pinned under him. His hands, which had been on her waist, began to move, their touch sending shivers down her spine.

"Mr. Bates, get a hold of yourself! You're drunk! Just let me go-I'll get you a glass of water!"

She tried to free herself, but his strong arms held her firmly in place.

“Have you made up your mind?" Jonathan's hoarse voice echoed in her ears.

"I don't understand. If you regret marrying me, then divorce me! But I can't repay my mother's medical fees right now...”

“Bethany,” he growled in a low voice, “you're so heartless.”

There was a hint of grievance in his tone.

Jonathan was indeed drunk.

"I'm so grateful you saved my mother, but if you end our contract now, I won't be able to repay you just yet. I swear I don't have the money!" She wished she could raise her hand to her chest to show him how much she meant it.

After what felt like an eternity of tense stillness, Jonathan heaved a sigh.

"I won't terminate the contract." He climbed off her and plopped down beside her. "Turn off the lights. I want to sleep."

"But..."

“If you're not going to sleep, then I'll do you right here, right now."

What the heck?

Recalling how wild he was the night they registered their marriage, Bethany immediately clamped her mouth shut. She turned over and squeezed her eyes shut, falling asleep before she knew it.

While she managed to escape sex that night, she was awakened by a passionate kiss the following morning.

Opening her eyes and seeing Jonathan's handsome face inches from hers, Bethany instinctively wanted to pull away, only to realize her clothes had mysteriously disappeared.

“Mr. Bates!" she scolded.

But the man didn't stop what he was doing.

It wasn't until she was too exhausted to even respond to his touch that Jonathan finally let her go, standing up and heading to the shower.

Listening to the sound of running water in a daze, Bethany felt as though she was the one with the hangover, not Jonathan. Why on earth did she let him sleep with her again?