Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298

Chapter 298

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Jonathan frowned and punched “Jadeleaf Apartment” into the GPS. He didn’t know the place, but it was far from his hotel. No wonder he never ran into Teresa.

“Just drop me anywhere,” Teresa said.

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They drove the rest of the way in silence. Jonathan’s car pulled up near Jadeleaf Apartment, his dark eyes casually sweeping over the place. Teresa told him she could walk the rest of the way herself.

When he saw the security guard at the gate, he said, “Text me when you get home.”

“Okay.” Teresa knew she shouldn’t linger, and definitely shouldn’t spend too much time with him. She opened the door and hurried out of the car.

“Take these,” Jonathan said, tossing the bouquet to her.

Teresa took the flowers and walked off without looking back. Jonathan watched her quick, almost nervous steps. It was the first time he’d seen her look so distant. It gave him a feeling he couldn’t quite explain.

She seemed so gentle and soft. He glanced down at the passenger seat and noticed she’d left a bag behind–inside was her shirt with the stain on it.

Teresa made it home and could finally relax. She fumbled for the light switch on the wall. Michael was sprawled out on the sofa, asleep. As soon as the living room light flicked on, Michael woke up groggily.

“Mom,” he mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes. He hopped off the couch and walked over. “Why are you just getting home? I was so tired, but I couldn’t sleep because I was worried about you.”

Teresa said, “I’m sorry. Something came up on the way, so I got home late. I didn’t get you any snacks tonight, but I’ll buy you some tomorrow, okay?”

Teresa set the bouquet down on the table, patted her son’s head, and headed to her room.

Michael caught a familiar scent on her and suddenly wasn’t sleepy anymore. He tugged at her shirt. “Mom, you smell like Mr. Lime again.”

Teresa froze. She was in the same car with Jonathan, and after wearing his jacket, his scent must have rubbed off on her.

“You’re imagining things,” Teresa said, trying to sound casual.