Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 281

281.Chapter 281

Women were emotional creatures. If they didn’t love someone, even the slightest touch could feel unbearable. But if they allowed someone close, whether they admitted it or not, that person already held a place in their heart.

And Teresa missed Jonathan. She couldn’t resist the pull of this man–his presence, his strength, his everything.

The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room as Jonathan woke up, his head pounding from the hangover. The bed was empty–he was alone.

After returning to Nareigh and not seeing Teresa, combined with Benny’s cryptic remarks, Jonathan couldn’t stay there any longer. He had flown straight to Jarisburg for a business trip.

Now, as he looked around the room, he noticed the rumpled sheets, the faint trace of last night’s passion lingering in the air, and a single long black strand of hair lying on the bed and pillow.

He picked up the strand of hair, rolling it between his fingers as his frown deepened. His eyes darkened, and fragments of last night began to surface in his mind.

He remembered drinking at a bar and, instead of heading back to his place in Jarisburg, asking his assistant to book a nearby hotel room. As he was heading upstairs, he thought he saw Teresa.

It seemed like her, but at the same time, it felt surreal, like a dream. But if it was just a dream, he couldn’t explain the sheets, the scent, and this strand of hair.

He picked up his phone, ready to call the hotel manager to check the surveillance footage, but stopped. Slowly, he put the phone down.

The vivid memories of last night burned in his mind, impossible to ignore. He distinctly remembered kissing her in the elevator. If he checked the footage and someone else saw those moments, it would only make things awkward. He headed for the shower.

Under the cold spray, water cascaded over his toned body, but it did little to extinguish the fire surging through him. The more he tried to push the memories away, the more vivid they became. He turned the knob, making the water icy cold.

The icy water jolted him awake, but it couldn’t wash away the lingering sensations or the soft whispers that still echoed in his ears. Her touch, her presence–it was unmistakable. It had to be Teresa.

Jonathan got dressed and took the successfully unlocked! rs. At the front desk, he asked about Teresa, just like he had done in Silvar before. It was his way of confirming and reconfirming.

“Yes, sir. Ms. Johnston stayed in one of our luxury suites last night,” the receptionist