Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 361

Chapter 361

Donald, ever sharp–eyed, immediately noticed the red mark on her face.

Jennifer said lightly, “A mom brought her kid to see the doctor, and the kid accidentally scratched my face.”

“Let me help you take care of that scratch first,” Donald offered.

“No need. It doesn’t even hurt. Your parents are waiting,” Jennifer insisted. She firmly hooked her arm through his and told him to deal with it after

dinner.

They had barely sat down when Jonathan walked in, too.

Hayden, sitting at the head of the table, shot Jonathan a glare. “Honestly, I don’t even want to see you. No wife, no kids, always out and about. How long has it been since you came home?”

Irene quickly chimed in, “Jonathan’s busy with work. That’s better than just loafing around, right?”

While Irene was talking, Jonathan had already walked over to Hayden, put a hand on his shoulder, and said he’d brought some good wine to help him

cool off.

Hayden pushed him away. “Go on, get out of here. I don’t want you leaning on me. Look at Donald–he’s about to get married. And you? You’ve got nothing. You’re my eldest grandson, for heaven’s sake.”

Jonathan glanced over at Donald and Jennifer. After he sat down, he asked Donald, “So, you’re getting married?”

“Yeah. We’re planning to get engaged next month,” Donald replied.

Jonathan nodded. “Oh really? That’s great.”

Jonathan had no idea about the engagement. He wasn’t sure if Teresa knew either. If the engagement was set for next month, that was coming up fast.

Donald said, “Jonathan, stay in Nareigh a few more days. You have to be here when Jennifer and get engaged.”

“Alright,” Jonathan replied, pouring himself a drink and clinking glasses with Donald.

Irene tugged on Jonathan’s sleeve, signaling for him to take it easy and not drink too much.

Werner raised his glass to Jonathan and said, “Donald just bought an Audi A7. You saw it, right? I thought he’d go for the AS. It’s not like he can’t afford

“You’re right. Time to move on,” Jonathan said, clinking glasses with Werner and taking a drink.