Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 389

Chapter 389

In a new city, Teresa figured it was best to keep her guard up. There was no need to invite trouble.

The restroom was at the end of the hallway on the right. As she turned the corner, Teresa accidentally humped into a man. She looked up, about ta apologize, only to meet his sharp, brooding care.

Her heart skipped a beat. She secretly pinched her arm. It was not a dream

“What a coincidence. You’re in Strice too?” said Teresa.

Jonathan didn’t say a word. He just walked past her, calm and silent, as if she didn’t exist.

Teresa stood there, a little confused. The scent of alcohol still lingered in the air. Worried he might get himself into trouble, she hurried after him.

The Live Bar was packed. Teresa scanned the crowd for a long time before finally spotting Jonathan.

If it weren’t for his suit jacket draped over the armrest, she would’ve doubted whether the man surrounded by a dozen women was really Jonathan,

Just as Teresa was about to walk over, she stopped in her tracks.

She was just his ex–wife now. Whether her ex–husband wanted to be with ten or twenty women had nothing to do with her.

She looked away from the booth.

“Hey there. What took you so long? I was about to go rescue you from the restroom.” The fat, sleazy guy who’d harassed her earlier was now sitting in her seat, grinning wickedly as he played with her glass.

Teresa kept her cool. “That’s my seat Please move.”

“Then have a drink with me,” he said, and before Teresa could react, he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her into his lap. “Come on. Don’t be so uptight. Drop the act.”

it anymore. She grabbed her glass and threw the still–hot coffee right on his face.

Teresa couldn’t stand it anym

The man wiped his face, scowling. “You really want to do this the hard way? Do you even know who I am?”

A bar staff member hurried over, asking if there was a problem and offering to help

The man shoved the staff member aside impatiently, grabbed Teresa’s wrist, and yanked her toward him. “You got my shirt dirty. Lick it clean.”

“Get off me. Let go,” snapped Teresa.

As Teresa struggled, unable to break free from his grip, Jonathan, who’d been watching her all along, finally couldn’t stand it anymore. Jonathan grabbed the guy by the collar and punched him, sending him flying

Glass crashed to the floor, shards scattering everywhere, and the man’s flabby body shook as he hit the ground.

Jonathan kicked him while he was down. The man furious, staggered to his feet, ready to fight, but the bar manager quickly stepped

“Marco, open your eyes. I’m Duncan Osborne, a VIP here. You’re really going to block me after I got hit?” snapped Duncan

“Mr. Osborne, I think you are wasted. You should head home and get some rest,” said Marco Sloan. “Security, see him out.”

Two security guards dragged Duncan away. Let go of me. I’m the victim here. He hit me. Let me go,” shouted Duncan.

Marco hurried over to Jonathan, instantly respectful “Mr. Lynn, I’m so sorry for the trouble.

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Chapter 389

Jonathan handed over a black card. “Il cover the bill. Thanks for your arrangement, but they’re not my type, appreciate it.”

Jonathan then put his arm around Teresa and led her out of the bar.

Marco finally got it. So this was Jonathan’s type. There was no way those women could ever compete

At the entrance, Teresa Thanked Jonathan. He helped her out again.

Jonathan’s face was unreadable, “Want me to call your new boyfriend for you?”

you’ve got someone new again, huh? Last time at Everport, maybe I was wrong, but am I wrong this fine tool The photos were sent straight to my office. You two looked so close and happy.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” said Teresa.

“Why is it you get to move on, but I can’t? What did I ever do to owe you this, Teresa?” said Jonathan.

She heard Jonathan behind her speak again, this voice low and rough, “Everyone keeps asking me what it is about you. We’ve been apart for years, but I still want to get you back. All I can say is… love.”

His last, hoarse word was drowned out by the blaring of a car horn. Teresa didn’t quite catch it.

Catching her still there out of the corner of his eye, Jonathan gave awry, self–mocking smile, “I drank I can’t drive. Mind giving me a ride!”

Jonathan’s eyes, dark and cold, swept over the driver. Don’t you have a wife and kids waiting for you at home?”

“Mr. Lynn, I don’t have a wife or kids. I’m single, just like you,” said the driver,