Chapter 391

Teresa couldn’t take it anymore and called Jonathan. “He’s just Jennifer’s friend, not my boyfriend. We just had dinner; Jennifer is trying to play matchmaker, but I haven’t said yes. Why do you always jump to conclusions? Do you really think I’d just date anyone?”

She heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end. Teresa’s heart tightened. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

“My stomach hurts. Maybe you just pissed me off too much,” Jonathan said.

“You probably drank too much,” Teresa said. “Do you have any medicine at your place? Or is there anyone there who can help you?”

“I’m living alone at Strico Bay Heights. I’m just here for a few days on business. Who knew you’d make me this mad? Maybe I’ll just let the pain kill me,” Jonathan said.

Teresa was left speechless.

It was one in the morning, and taxis were scarce. Even if she could get one, she wouldn’t feel safe. So Teresa walked about two miles, then found a shared bike and followed the GPS the rest of the way.

By the time she got to Jonathan’s place, it was already past two. She was carrying a bag of medicine she’d picked up at a convenience store. “Good thing it’s summer and not cold at night. If it were winter, I wouldn’t bother coming to save you.”

“I just made myself some gruel; I’m feeling a lot better now. Why didn’t you tell me you were coming? How did you even get here?” Jonathan asked.

“I walked part of the way and then took a shared bike. I didn’t feel safe taking a cab this late,” Teresa said.

Jonathan stared hard at Teresa for a few seconds, something flickering in his eyes.

Teresa sighed. “As long as you’re okay. I almost thought you were going to die here.”

“You came all the way here just to curse me?” Jonathan shot back.

“I don’t have time to joke around with you. I’ve got an early business meeting tomorrow. Are you really alright now?” Teresa asked.

Just then, Jonathan’s stomach started acting up again. His gastroenteritis was flaring. Teresa grabbed his car keys and rushed him to the hospital.

On the way, she still couldn’t figure out why he didn’t just hire a maid. Jonathan just said he didn’t like having strangers around.

She spent the whole night looking after him, eventually falling asleep with her head resting on the edge of his bed. She was supposed to meet a client at nine, but when Teresa finally opened her eyes, it was already half past nine. She hurried to the meeting spot, but the client was already gone.

Teresa called the client. “Mr. Frazier, this is Teresa Johnston from Teresouth Group…”

“Ms. Johnston, you don’t need to say anything. I don’t do business with people who stand me up. Let’s just end things here,” said the client.

The line went dead, leaving only the busy tone in her ear. Teresa’s face turned pale. She had gone through so much trouble getting there, only to find it was all in vain. The flights and accommodation cost a fortune… If she’d known, she would have just sent a subordinate. There was no need to come in person.

Jonathan had been trying to reach her for a while. When Teresa got back to the hospital, he noticed how down she looked and asked, “What happened?”

“Nothing.”

“Since you’re feeling better, let’s head out,” Teresa replied.

“The deal didn’t go through, did it?” Jonathan said, having just seen Benny’s message. Benny had mentioned Teresa was also in Strica for work, so it had to be for business talks.

Teresa said, “I was an hour late for the meeting. I overslept. The client said I wasn’t reliable and canceled the deal. It’s my own fault; if it’s over, it’s over.”

“You only overslept because you were taking care of me. Give me their number; I’ll talk to them,” Jonathan said.

“No need,” Teresa said. “You saved me at the bar, and I took care of you all night. We’re even. It’s not your fault; it’s mine.”

Her words had a double meaning. At least, when it came to hiding the child, she admitted she felt guilty.

Jonathan said, “Just hand me the phone. I’ll talk to them. Otherwise, you’ll just end up going back empty-handed for nothing.”