Chapter 324
Inside Jonathan’s Maybach, Teresa finally snapped out of it. With him, she felt completely safe. Sitting in the passenger seat, she lifted her hand to her forehead, tears streaming down her face. “Thank God you got here.”
Back in Nareigh, no one would ever dare mess with her like this. But this wasn’t Nareigh. Even that one time with Jonathan had happened only because she accidentally drank the wine Simona had drugged for him. Here, in a strange city, she’d never run into people like this before. She figured with so many teachers around, Lysander wouldn’t dare try anything. But when he almost kissed her, she was terrified.
Jonathan drove with one hand, reaching over to grab Teresa’s cold hands. “If I’d been a minute late, that old creep might’ve dragged you off to a hotel. I asked if you were being threatened, but you said nothing. Maybe now you’ll speak up?”
Teresa wanted to argue, but she was too weak. Her whole body felt limp, and the heat inside her was getting out of control. Frustrated, she tugged at her collar. “Not now. Get me to a hospital. That old creep drugged me.”
Jonathan frowned, quickly typing the address into the GPS. “The nearest hospital is fifteen kilometers away. I don’t even know if it’s open.”
“What? Why is it so far?”
“You think this is Nareigh. Even the closest hospital here isn’t a tertiary hospital,” Jonathan replied.
“Then what am I supposed to do? I feel like I’m dying here,” Teresa cried.
Seeing her flushed face and how uncomfortable she was, Jonathan swallowed hard and decided to find somewhere more secluded.
“No. I need to go to the hospital, Jonathan.” She was pregnant. So, no sex in the first three months. It was only early June; she figured she still had about a week to go before hitting the three-month mark.
While she was thinking, Jonathan pulled over somewhere quiet, turned off the engine, unbuckled his seatbelt, and got out to carry Teresa to the spacious back seat. This time, Teresa struggled hard. All she wanted was for Jonathan to take her to the hospital.
“Stop moving,” Jonathan said, grabbing her wrists. He leaned in, kissed her, and whispered, “Trust me, Teresa. I know what I’m doing.”
Since Teresa wasn’t sure how long she’d be staying in Everport, Jonathan had already bought a spacious villa—over 500 square meters—near her place.
That morning, Teresa finally woke up. Through the glass, she saw her underwear and dress from last night, freshly washed and hanging on the balcony, fluttering in the breeze. Jonathan wasn’t in the bedroom; he was next door, finishing up the meeting he hadn’t wrapped up yesterday.
Once the meeting was over, he called his assistant and gave a few instructions: “Buy a white Porsche, get Everport plates, and pick up a few extra fuel cards. Have the car delivered today.” Then he hung up.
He went back to check on Teresa. She was awake but hadn’t put on any clothes yet. When she saw Jonathan come in, she quickly pulled the blanket up over her head.
Jonathan couldn’t help but laugh. He tugged the blanket down and pinched her cheek. “Still hurting? Want me to carry you to the shower?”
Teresa shook her head and brushed his hand away, her mind finally clear. “Thanks for last night.”
Jonathan looked genuinely surprised. “You’re actually thanking me? That’s rare. Guess I must’ve taken pretty good care of you.”
Teresa coughed awkwardly. “It was… alright.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Just ‘alright’? What’s that supposed to mean?” His hand slipped mischievously under the covers.
Teresa immediately surrendered. “Okay, okay! It was great!”
With obvious reluctance, Jonathan withdrew his hand. “Get dressed. I bought you a Porsche. It’ll be here soon. Let’s go take it for a spin.”
Teresa was stunned for a few seconds. “You don’t have to buy it for me. I can get it myself.” She was just trying to save money, which was why she hadn’t splurged on a Porsche. But she never seemed to actually save much.
Jonathan said, “I already bought it for you. From now on, just drive the Porsche to school. That way, those guys will see you’ve got money, so they’ll know you’re loaded and won’t dare mess with you.”
No one understood men better than another man. Jonathan knew exactly how some guys operated. If a beautiful woman looked like she had no money or power, they’d try to take advantage. But if she was rich and had status, they’d keep their distance.
“I never thought about it that way,” Teresa admitted. She just found riding a scooter more convenient than driving, and it saved money. She saved money to put into Michael’s education fund, and for the baby she was carrying now. Kids weren’t cheap.
Thinking of Michael, Teresa asked Jonathan, “Did you pick up the little one?”
Jonathan nodded. “I sent a driver to get him yesterday. He’s at the hotel now.”
Teresa let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. If I lost the little guy, my friend would totally blame me.”
Jonathan didn’t spare much thought for the child who wasn’t related to him by blood—his whole heart was focused on Teresa. The morning light fell softly across her face, highlighting her delicate features. Even just waking up, she was beautiful. The image of her last night, nestled in his arms with tousled hair and rosy lips, lingered in his mind.
Jonathan buried his face against her, taking Teresa’s hand. “Since I took such good care of you last night, don’t you think it’s your turn to look after me now?”