Chapter: 936

“We need to think it over carefully, but thanks for your concern, Samira." Bethany quickly ushered the doctor out, fearing she might say something she couldn't handle.

“I'm rooting for you two."

Slipping her hands into the pockets of her white coat, Samira smiled and walked away.

As Samira left, a realization hit Bethany. Samira had asked for her to fetch some medicine from her office, but she never gave it to Jonathan. So, what was the point of asking her to fetch that medicine?

She had thought Jonathan would use it.

Lost in thought, she barely noticed when Jonathan pulled her into his arms.

Lately, he had taken to holding her tightly, as though he was scared she might slip away.

“So, you were saying you wanted us to think about it?"

Bethany looked away, averting her gaze. "We can't just rush into getting the marriage license."

Samira had already left, but it was clear that Jonathan wasn't ready to drop the subject.

"We already have kids together. How can you call this 'rushing'?"

Jonathan had been planning this for over a decade now; how could she suggest they were being hasty now?

Her logic seemed utterly misplaced at this moment.

Bethany, wary of Jonathan's wound, avoided struggling against his embrace. “Jonathan, let go of me, please."

"I'll let you go if you agree to marry me."

"Don't be so childish." Bethany sighed, her voice tinged with exasperation. “We've divorced once already. I need to think this through. When I have an answer, I'll let you know. Don't force me into a decision."

At this, Jonathan slowly released his grip, and Bethany slipped out of his arms.

She quickly changed the subject and asked, “Are you hungry? I don't feel like toast for breakfast today. Do you think the chef could make some porridge? I'll go ask him."

Jonathan saw right through her feebly excuse to leave, but he let her go.

As soon as Bethany shuffled out the door, he pulled out his phone, thoughts swirling from Samira's earlier words. With determination, he sent a message to Godfrey.

“I'm not marrying anyone except Bethany. I'm serious."

Soon, Jonathan's phone buzzed with a reply.

"Samira talked to you, huh? Jonathan, I won't pressure you like your mother did. But you should know, I think Samira is a good match for you. She's an excellent doctor, knows how to care for people, and is obedient. We can consider this option for now. Anyway, the Shaw family needs my help, and they're willing to give away a daughter for it."

In the ruthless business world, daughters were treated almost like commodities. Parents claimed to adore their daughters while casually discussing trading them for business deals or contracts. In reality, they cared little about the kind of men their daughters would marry or the lives they would lead afterward; they only cared about the benefits they could reap by a marital union.