Chapter: 856

She kept him at a distance, not letting him get too involved.

It was as if he were a defendant in a trial, always waiting to see if he'd be cast aside, unsure of when or where it might happen.

“You're overthinking." Bethany patted his hand. “You don't have to worry about anything."

Jonathan seemed to have changed. He used to never worry.

“Because you always seem ready to leave. You've kept secrets from me and even prepared an escape route, haven't you?"

Jonathan wished he were stupid, unaware of the painful truths.

He would prefer ignorance if it meant Bethany stayed by his side.

Bethany avoided his gaze once more and suggested, “When you return to Wesden, you should see if Samira can recommend a psychiatrist. You might be dealing with some psychological issues. I'm perfectly fine here. Why are you so worried?"

“That's a good suggestion. But I'm skeptical it'll help.”

Bethany sighed helplessly, then reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and kiss him.

Jonathan felt that wasn't enough. He gently pushed her down, pinning her beneath him.

"This is the living room. What if Nola and Rowan wake up?" she protested.

"The soundproofing is excellent here."

"But..."

“Bethany, I'm not planning anything. What are you thinking?"

At Jonathan's words, Bethany's cheeks turned red.

Lately, she had indeed been preoccupied with such thoughts.

"Then don't hold me down. Get up!"

"No." Jonathan was firm in keeping her close.

Bethany stopped resisting, cautious of aggravating his injury, and allowed him to embrace her.

Outside, the night wind continued to whisper through the leaves, audible in the quiet room.

She looked up at him, and he gazed back.

They stayed like this for a while until he inhaled deeply and voiced his suspicion.

“Does what you're planning involve your mother, somehow?"