Chapter: 901

"If you need to rest, then just come to my place. It's no different than going back home. Besides, if you leave now, your parents might think I've done something to upset you. So, please stay with me. Later, when you wake up, I'll treat you to something delicious, and you can buy whatever you want."

Aimee couldn't help but chuckle at his eagerness.

“Okay, but... your parents aren't home, right?"

"Don't worry! If you want them to be home, they'll be there. If not, they'll stay away!"

Nikolas handed her a cold drink. “I promise I wouldn't do anything to upset you, Aimee. If you can look past the fact that I have a lot of ex-girlfriends, it'd mean the world to me. And if I ever run into any of them on the street, I'll run the other way. I won't give them a chance to talk to me, I swear!"

"You don't have to do that. I can handle it myself."

She had to be able to deal with it if she wanted to stay in a relationship with Nikolas. After all, he had a colorful past, and no one could tell if they'd be able to avoid all his exes forever.

"Honestly, I don't know how you're so chill about it," Nikolas admitted, his voice tinged with frustration. “Aimee, just thinking about it makes me crazy. If I was in your shoes and it was your ex boyfriend we were facing, I'd lose my mind knowing you stayed in a hotel room."

He was so insanely jealous when he saw Zeke near her.

How he wished he could go back in time to her first love and make sure she only had eyes for him!

“Oh, I doubt that. I don't have many ex-boyfriends."

As a woman who valued her independence, Aimee had always been cautious about diving into relationships. Nikolas was the first man she had said yes to so quickly, surprising even herself.

“You better not," Nikolas muttered, half-joking, half-serious. “And if we ever run into one, don't tell me he's your ex, okay?"

After all, if he didn't know, he wouldn't get angry.

"Okay."

The following morning, Bethany decided to go out.

Jonathan had left the key in the lock, a silent message she understood immediately.

The cemetery was serene, the morning air crisp and filled with the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers.

Holding the flowers she bought, Bethany made her way through the winding paths towards her mother's tombstone.

From a distance, she noticed a bouquet of vibrant flowers already placed in front of Marie's tombstone. Her heart skipped a beat.

Had someone come earlier?

Bethany's expression darkened, instantly jumping to the conclusion that Jonathan might've visited secretly.

Didn't she explicitly tell him not to disturb her mother's resting place?

Her brow furrowed as she approached, reaching out to remove the flowers. Just then, a voice called out from behind her, causing her to freeze in place. “Bethany?”