Chapter: 914
"Let's just go home, okay?" Bethany pleaded, not wanting to linger in such a spooky place at night.
Jonathan nodded. “You and Brody go ahead. I'll follow you guys later."
"What on earth has gotten into you?" Lips pursed, Bethany trudged over and grabbed his arm. "Is this because I didn't take you to mourn my mother? Is that why you're like this?"
"Bethany," Jonathan murmured, his voice low.
She stared at his face, expecting him to say more, but he only sighed.
“Let's go home first."
“But you haven't explained anything!"
“There's nothing to explain. I just came here to take a look.”
"Jonathan!" Her voice was a mix of anger and worry.
But instead of answering, the man just pursed his lips and shrugged off his coat, draping it over her shoulders. “It's getting windy. Let's go home. I'll take care of your ankle."
Bethany didn't realize something was amiss until she was in the car driving towards East Shade Bay.
How did Jonathan know about her sprained ankle?
As she glanced at Jonathan in the driver's seat, he spoke before she could inquire.
“I was the one in the car this morning."
“Okay." Bethany was momentarily speechless, unsure what to say next.
Delving deeper into the conversation would force her to explain why she hadn't allowed Jonathan to accompany her to her mother's gravesite.
He chose not to probe further, and though they both sat in the front, a palpable distance seemed to stretch between them, an invisible barrier neither dared to dismantle.
Upon arriving home, Jonathan headed straight for the master bedroom to shower, likely eager to wash away the cigarette smoke.
Bethany knew that he couldn't stand the smell of the smoke.
She went upstairs to check on the children. They had already had dinner, and now were absorbed in their games.
When Bethany returned to the bedroom, she noticed Jonathan hadn't turned on the lights.
Reaching for the switch, her hand was suddenly caught, and she found herself lifted and pressed down onto the bed.
"Jonathan..."
"Don't say anything."