Chapter: 565

“Ah, yes! My apologies, Mr. Bates. All is well. Both Bethany and Goldwald Company are in order," Brody replied.

Jonathan ended the call, a slight smile unexpectedly playing at the corners of his mouth.

He had a tendency to overthink things, juggling too many possibilities in his mind. But now, it felt right just to be nearer to the person he longed to see.

Even if he couldn't be by her side as a husband, he could still support her as her boss.

Despite her marriage, Ryan remained by her side, content in his role as her leader. Jonathan considered adopting Ryan's approach.

If Bethany could tolerate Ryan's presence, perhaps she could tolerate his as well.

Carrying groceries back to East Shade Bay, Jonathan entered the house to find Rowan engrossed in his computer on the sofa.

At the sound of the door, Rowan hastily set it aside, feigning interest in the television.

Jonathan chuckled. "Go ahead and play all you like. My meeting channel is secure; you won't be able to access it."

Rowan sulked. “One day, I'll crack it!"

“Feel free to try," Jonathan responded with a smile, as he carried the groceries into the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves, and began to cook.

Rowan, clad in his slippers, trailed him into the kitchen, watching as Jonathan prepared several dishes and arranged them on the table.

Despite his initial doubt, Rowan's skepticism vanished the moment he tasted the fish.

"Wow! This is fantastic! My sister would love it if she were here!"

Jonathan, while plating another dish, paused and looked up, one eyebrow raised. "Your sister?"

Rowan nearly dropped his fork in shock. "I mean my neighbor! We're as close as siblings!"

Jonathan set a dish on the table and took a seat opposite him.

"It's not right for kids to lie, Rowan.”

"I'm not lying..."

"You have a sister. Your mom has two children," Jonathan asserted, his voice carrying a tone of certainty that brooked no argument.

Rowan's eyes widened with panic, confirming Jonathan's suspicions.

His little trick did work.

“I don't want to eat anymore!" Rowan blurted out, feeling cornered and eager to flee.

He attempted to Leave, but Jonathan was quicker, grasping his wrist firmly.