Chapter: 758

Bethany shoved him slightly, pointing out, "You can use your own hands."

“But I'd prefer your help." With that, he extended his arms, causing his loose shirt to reveal a glimpse of his well-defined abs.

Jonathan offered a sly smirk, his Adam's apple bobbing with each breath, seemingly daring her to leave a mark that claimed him as hers.

Despite how often she saw it, Bethany couldn't help but blush, her heart racing anew.

"Can we not do this now? I need to step out!"

"No." Jonathan tightened his embrace, his voice a sultry murmur by her ear, adorned with a tiny mole. "Why rush off? I'm just getting ready for a bath."

Bethany was entirely skeptical of him. Regarding matters of intimacy, he was frequently dishonest. The most common lie she encountered was, "This is the last time."

“The bath is ready. Feel free to go in," she urged.

How old was he again? Did he really need someone to help him bathe?

Clearly, his motives were anything but innocent.

“There's so much steam. What if I pass out?"

Bethany remained silent for a moment. Perhaps he had a point.

“I genuinely don't want anything else; I just need to bathe."

Jonathan seized her hand and guided it towards the button on his shirt. "Help me with this, would you?"

Bethany pursed her lips, unfastened his shirt, and removed it.

Traces of blood and yellowish iodine stains marred his chest and back, evidence of a blade that had passed through.

She couldn't resist reaching out to touch it. "This must have been very painful. Did it hurt a lot that day?"

"No, it was just a bit chilly.”

"You're not telling the truth!"

Jonathan lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze. “I'm being honest. It truly didn't hurt."

Bethany frowned and tears welled up in her eyes.

Lately, she had been crying more than usual, always feeling on the verge of tears.

"I can't believe that. My hand throbs even from a small cut, yet you were stabbed with a dagger!"

Jonathan tenderly wiped her tears away with the tips of his fingers.