Teresa struggled in Jonathan’s arms, but he let her squirm until he carried her downstairs. She yelled, “Put na domnii dum 1… I need you to look after me.”
Jonathan glanced at the passing patients and doctors. “Everyone’s watching you. Aren’t you worried about losing face?”
“Nope. I don’t care about face anymore,” Teresa shot back.
“But we still gotta save some face, right? Can you stop making a scene, wifey?” Jonathan said, raising his voice.
More people turned to look. Teresa caught the playful curve of Jonathan’s lips; he was doing it on purpose. She snapped, “Who says I’m your wife?” The onlookers exchanged knowing glances, as if watching a playful spat.
Reaching the underground parking lot, the driver had opened the car door. Jonathan gently placed Teresa inside, then quickly joined her, sighing with relief. “Back to Forlisle Rose Estates,” he instructed the driver.
“Yes, Mr. Lynn,” the driver replied.
“Take me back to Rosary Estates. I don’t want to go to your place. Forlisle Rose Estates is your home, not mine,” Teresa insisted.
Jonathan was silent for a moment, then told the driver, “Rosary Estates.” He texted Gary to bring Michael to Rosary Estates, since they were both there. He then set his phone down and glanced at Teresa, who had turned away.
Arriving at Rosary Estates, Teresa ignored Jonathan, opened the car door, and got out.
“Hey, slow down,” Jonathan said, reaching out, but Teresa brushed him away impatiently. “I’m fine. I’ve always managed on my own.”
“That was then. From now on, I’m taking care of everything about you,” Jonathan said.
Teresa gave him a sidelong look. “I refuse.”
“Doesn’t matter if you refuse,” Jonathan retorted.
Teresa turned and walked away. She ensured Jonathan was at a safe distance before attempting to close the door, but he blocked it. “I’ll call someone to get some food that’s good for you. I’ll cook for you myself.”
“No need. I’m not hungry,” Teresa replied, shutting the door in his face.
Jonathan was speechless. Fifteen minutes later, he re-entered—Gary had brought Michael, who had the spare key.
Seeing Teresa sleeping, Jonathan gently held Michael back. “Your mom’s tired. She needs rest. Let’s not disturb her.”
“Roger that, Mr. Lynn. I’ll watch TV,” Michael chirped.
“So, you’re not taking Mike back to the Lynn residence today?” Gary asked, watching Michael go with a puzzled look.
Jonathan nodded. He decided not to return that day. He planned to wait until tomorrow, bring Teresa and Michael to the Lynn residence, and break the news of Teresa’s pregnancy.
“Go buy some supplements. Make sure everything’s super good. Bring them over, and I’ll cook,” Jonathan instructed.
“Why are you buying so many supplements?” Gary asked, confused.
“Teresa’s pregnant,” Jonathan replied.
“What?” Gary’s eyes widened in shock. He threw up his hands. “I swear, I didn’t know this time! How far along is she? Did she just find out? And it’s your kid, right?”