Chapter 831

So they went to the nearby supermarket together to pick up some groceries. After they got back, Jonathan washed the vegetables while Teresa was making the gruel. Scenes from the past played vividly in their minds.

In the past, Teresa said, “Honey, dinner’s ready! We’re having gruel tonight. Come have a try and tell me what you think.”

“I feel so blessed that I get to eat your gruel as soon as I get home,” Jonathan replied.

“I just thought you must be exhausted from all those business trips, so I wanted to make you something to help you recharge,” Teresa said.

“Still missing one special ingredient,” Jonathan replied.

“What is it?” Teresa asked.

“You,” Jonathan teased.

Teresa was speechless.

But now, everything had changed. As they sat across from each other and had dinner, there was a subtle awkwardness in the air—gone was the easy intimacy and affection they once had.

Teresa put down her spoon and said, “And also, thank you for helping my company out of that crisis. I want to apologize to you again. I treated you badly after everything you did for me.”

Jonathan also set down his spoon, poured himself a glass of red wine, swirled it slowly, and took a sip.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll get to the bottom of who’s targeting your company. I won’t just let it slide.”

Teresa suddenly frowned. “Let’s just drop it. There’s no need to look into it anymore.”

“Why not?” Jonathan asked.

“Because…” Teresa suddenly stopped. She thought, ‘Because I don’t want him to find out about Irene. What if it really is her behind all this? After all, she’s still his mother.’

“Because I don’t want to trouble you anymore,” Teresa finally said.

Jonathan set down his wine glass, and his expression darkened slightly. “I just want to ask you one question.”

“What is it?” Teresa asked.

“If I hadn’t stepped in to help with your company’s crisis, would you still not trust me? Deep down, did you always think I was the one out to target you?” Jonathan pressed.

Teresa didn’t say anything. Jonathan stood up and turned away silently.

“I’ve trusted you for a long time!” Teresa called out. It was rare for Teresa to open up like this.

She said, “The moment you said it wasn’t you, I already believed you. You’re not someone who’d ever hurt people close to you. I was just too impulsive and took your kindness the wrong way. I’m sorry.”

Jonathan’s tall body tensed up, and a visible stiffness ran through him. His shadow stretched long across the floor, casting a gentle, almost tender warmth in the room.

At last, he couldn’t restrain himself any longer. He turned, crossed the room, and kissed Teresa once more. He scooped her up, laid her gently on the bed, and then leaned over her.

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Come the moment he learned that she was receptive, he vowed to be gentle. “I’ll be gentle,” he whispered, pinning her hands to the pillow and lacing a kiss that lingered. He trusted his head and pressed his face softly against her chest.

Tonight, his touch was achingly familiar, his scent, his strength wrapped around her like a second skin. His very presence bled into her bones, dissolving every last shred of resistance until she was no longer herself, but his.

They had a great night. Teresa woke up early, wrapped up with Jonathan under a silk duvet. Her head was resting against his chest. The first thing she saw was his handsome face, so close to hers.

His features stood out so clearly before her eyes. Jonathan was still asleep, and Teresa couldn’t resist reaching out to gently trace his brows, his nose, and finally, his lips.

She thought about how those lips had kissed her again and again last night. She thought, ‘Maybe it was the wine that made him lose control? But I didn’t have any wine. Why did I also lose control of myself?’

She told herself to treat it as a fleeting dream that would leave no trace. In silence, she quietly got dressed.

Today, they were heading back to Nareigh. After Jonathan had been so gentle and attentive to her the whole way, Teresa finally spoke up when they reached the airport. “Let’s just pretend nothing happened last night. You must’ve been drunk.”

“I wasn’t drunk. I knew exactly what I was doing,” Jonathan said with a frown. “And I can tell that you still care about me.”