Chapter: 698

Bethany possessed a subtle beauty. Her almond-shaped eyes sparkled with clarity and vivacity. She often wore light, loose clothing that echoed a college student's ease. However, when she chose outfits with a more sophisticated touch, they accentuated her graceful curves, showcasing a blend of innocence and allure.

Her waist was slender, allowing Jonathan to encircle it easily with one arm. Her figure was petite, yet she had a well-proportioned build.

While her features were modest, they were undeniably graceful.

Jonathan had been sitting beside Bethany, watching her intently. He only looked away when Aimee's call interrupted him.

Jonathan was puzzled by Nikolas’ sudden actions, but since Aimee was Bethany's best friend and had supported her significantly in the past, he felt compelled to intervene.

Worried about waking Bethany, Jonathan clenched his teeth and left the ward, wincing with discomfort.

Then he called Nikolas, who took a long time to answer the phone.

“Hello, Jonathan..."

Nikolas' voice carried a hint of guilt.

“What happened between you and Aimee?"

“Did she tell you?" Nikolas asked, raising his voice.

Jonathan pulled the phone slightly away from his ear, to avoid being startled by Nikolas' loudness.

"It doesn't matter."

"It does matter!"

Nikolas recounted the recent events with a sense of helplessness. The more he spoke, the more he felt justified in his frustration, as if he were the one wronged.

He was disturbed, yet in the end, he found himself having to soothe Aimee.

Once Jonathan had heard everything, he thought for a moment before responding, “I'll arrange for someone else to look after her. Don't let her see you again."

He wanted to avoid another argument.

“But I was just joking with her. I didn't think she'd cry!" Nikolas admitted, feeling overwhelmed. "Fine, I'll do as you say and keep my distance.

Jonathan ended the call and was about to return to the ward when he sensed someone behind him.

Turning sharply, he met Samira's gaze.

She stood there, looking at him with a mixture of concern and frustration.

"Jonathan, I told you that you shouldn't be out of bed until tomorrow," she said sternly.

"I had to handle something."