Chapter 396

Her kiss was desperate and intoxicating, like a powerful drug. It silenced his thoughts as Teresa pressed her lips to his eagerly. Jonathan’s Adam’s apple bobbed, but he didn’t react. He simply let Teresa do as she pleased, neither pushing her away nor pulling her closer.

After kissing him for a while, Teresa had to pull away; she was breathless.

“Love kissing me?” Jonathan asked, his voice rough.

“Yeah,” Teresa replied.

He teased, “Did it feel good? Was it satisfying?”

Teresa snapped back to her senses, suddenly realizing the man before her wasn’t the twenty-five-year-old Jonathan she remembered. She shoved him away hard.

Jonathan, still reeling from the kiss before being pushed away, twitched his lips. “What? Is this how you treat me?” he thought.

Later that night, Teresa felt even worse. She glanced at the man lying beside her and instinctively scooted closer.

“Jonathan, help me. You put me to bed and then ignored me. You can’t leave me like this,” she complained.

“Handle it yourself,” Jonathan advised.

Teresa rolled her eyes. “How am I supposed to handle it myself?” she grumbled. “I’m not a man, after all.”

Jonathan still didn’t budge, lying on his side with his arm under his head.

Frustrated, Teresa turned him over and straddled him. She grabbed his neck with both hands and shook him, nearly at her wit’s end.

“Help me, now! Hey! Jonathan, you can’t treat me like this!” she protested.

After a night of passion, Teresa woke up feeling like she wanted to crawl under a rock and disappear. She pressed a hand to her forehead, completely mortified by her behavior the night before. She’d been both clear-headed and not, as her impulses had completely overpowered her reason. In the end, she was only human, and everyone had their desires.

Without really thinking, Teresa drifted her hand to her belly, wondering how the baby was doing. She made a mental note to get checked as soon as she returned to Mareigh.

At her last appointment, Jennifer had warned her to be extra careful. This second pregnancy might have a posterior placenta, which meant she wouldn’t show as early. That kind of placenta usually led to more back pain, so Jennifer had told Teresa to be cautious.

Teresa’s back had always ached at night, but now the pain was worse, as if it might snap in two.

The door opened. Jonathan walked out of the bathroom, buttoning his crisp white shirt with those long fingers. Teresa glanced at him and quickly pulled the covers over her head, unsure how to face him.

“If you can still move, get yourself to the dining room. If not, I’ll just have to carry you to breakfast,” Jonathan teased.

“I’m not some old lady. I can walk just fine,” Teresa retorted.

Jonathan let out a low chuckle.

Teresa hadn’t expected him to be up so early. She thought he’d just taken a shower, but he’d already made breakfast.

After a night of passion, Teresa was starving. She devoured her food, barely pausing for breath. Jonathan had even made her a special vegetable soup to help with her hangover, and she finished one bowl but was still hungry.

“Is there any more? I’m still hungry,” she asked.

Jonathan ladled her another bowl, and when she’d nearly finished, he finally said slowly, “Do you remember what you said last night?”

Teresa’s hand froze instantly. She coughed and replied coolly, “Nope, I don’t remember.”

“You don’t, huh?” Jonathan said angrily. He pulled out his phone and hit play on a recording.

As a series of intimate sounds filled the room, Teresa’s voice cracked through, breathless and broken.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to worry about me this time. I’m in my safe period, so if I do end up pregnant, let’s face it together,” Teresa said.

“Face it together? You promise?” Jonathan asked.

“Mmm-hmm,” Teresa murmured.

“Do you love me?” Jonathan asked.

“No–” Teresa replied, her voice muffled by Jonathan’s kiss.

“Do you love me? Answer me again,” Jonathan insisted.

“Yes, I do. I love you,” Teresa responded.

“Who do you love?” Jonathan demanded.

“I love you, darling,” Teresa replied.