Chapter: 725

Bethany's brow furrowed, her sixth sense tingling, but Aimee stood up and said, “Alright. Bethany, I'll let you catch some rest. Bye, good night!"

With that, Aimee and Nikolas took their leave.

Watching their retreating figures, Bethany couldn't help but think they cut quite the couple.

When Bethany walked back into the ward, Jonathan was deeply engrossed in a meeting with the company's shareholders.

She refrained from interrupting, simply raising a hand in a silent gesture that he should continue undisturbed.

Bethany found a secluded corner, settling in to observe his work quietly.

A nostalgic thought struck her: back in middle school, Jonathan always appeared in a pristine uniform, silently working away on his homework. He was composed and handsome, his brow furrowed in concentration as he scribbled notes or flipped through his books.

Back then, Bethany's view of her desk mate was one of pristine neatness and reserved silence. Many girls admired him, and his family's wealth was well known. Each afternoon, a sleek black car awaited him outside.

At that time, Bethany was not familiar with cars, let alone luxury ones. To her, that black car was the epitome of grandeur, an opulent world she could only dream of.

Unable to resist, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo of Jonathan lost in thought.

As she surveyed him, she marveled at the perfect symmetry of his features. His face was a study in refinement, with a sharply defined jawline and deep-set eyes. When he lowered his gaze, faint creases formed on his eyelids, and his lashes fanned out occasionally.

Bethany uploaded the photo to her cloud album and stared at the screen. She hesitated for a moment, debating whether to put it in the "Life" album or the “Beautiful Views" album.

Chewing her lower lip, she deliberated. After a brief pause, she created a new album on the cloud drive, renaming it from "Untitled" to "0825."

A playful grin tugged at her lips as she realized how Jonathan's lighthearted spirit had rubbed off on her-she had even managed a candid shot.

Despite the mischief, she felt buoyant.

“There ought to be some photos of us with the kids, not just me."

Unnoticed, Jonathan had slipped out of bed and silently approached her.

Bethany jumped slightly, then feigned annoyance. “Why aren't you listening to Samira? She told you to stay in bed."

"I'm aware of my own limits. I'm fine."

Jonathan swiped Bethany's phone from her grasp. He quickly accessed the "@825" album, extracted his own photo, created a new album titled "Jj," and transferred the image into it.

"What are you doing?" Bethany asked.

Jonathan gestured to the "0825" album. "I want more pictures with you, Nola, and Rowan."

He didn't want to be the only one featured in the album.

Bethany's eyes sparkled with laughter. “If you want a photo with me, just ask! Jonathan, you're usually more straightforward.”