Chapter: 791

Only then did Bethany realize what exactly he was referring to.

Embarrassed and flustered, she buried herself under the quilt.

"I don't want to talk to you anymore!" she mumbled, her face flushed.

Jonathan lifted a corner of the quilt, settled beside her, and pulled her into his arms.

"I didn't make it to the end today."

Covered by the quilt, Bethany refused to come out and said in a muffled voice, “I know."

Jonathan, gently lifting the quilt away, breathed against the small mole on her ear, his voice rough. “Let's see if we can get it all in one go."

Bethany paused for a while before she said, "Don't even think about iti"

Aimee took a taxi home, and her parents were taken aback.

She had only sent a brief message saying she wouldn't be back for a while.

"What's wrong?" Her mother noticed Aimee's somber expression and followed her to her bedroom.

“Nothing,” Aimee replied, feeling a bit frustrated as she thought about Nikolas’ persistent advances.

"That's good to hear. But if something does come up, please let us know. Your father called Jayson earlier, and when he heard you weren't home, he was quite alarmed. We were all worried sick and thought you might have run into trouble."

Aimee felt a mix of helplessness and warmth at her parents' concern.

She straightened up and hugged her mother.

“Mom, how old do you think I am? Are you really worried that something will happen to me?"

“Of course we are. To us, you'll always be our little girl," her mother said with a smile, patting her on the back. “Even if you're married with children someday, we'll still see you as our child.”

Aimee smiled and nuzzled against her mother's chest. "I'm not interested in getting married! I'm doing fine on my own."

"Nonsense! If you don't get married, who will look after you when your father and I are older?"

“Even if I do get married, that person might not take care of me!"

Aimee retorted, thinking about Nikolas. "What if he turns out to be a playboy who's always chasing after someone else? I'd rather stay single forever!"

"No way! Dear, you're smart and beautiful. You'll definitely find a good husband!" Aimee's mother declared, a proud smile spreading across her face. “Speaking of which, your father's colleague's son just got back from abroad. I saw his photo the other day-he's quite handsome and full of energy. How about meeting him?"

Aimee eyed her mother suspiciously. “So this is your endgame, right? Trying to set me up on a blind date?"

"Not exactly. It's up to you. If you don't feel like it, that's fine. But getting to know him couldn't hurt. If you don't like him, no harm done. If you do, who knows?"