Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 679

Jonathan, finally getting the reaction he was waiting for, slowly opened his eyes and rolled down the car window.

His gaze was still hazy from sleep but quickly shifted to surprise.

"Honey? Why are you out here?"

"And why are you sleeping in the car?"

If I hadn't come out, how long would he have kept sleeping?

Though the weather has warmed, the night is still cold. He even left the air conditioner on. How dangerous!

Anneliese looked annoyed. Jonathan opened the car door and pulled her to him without answering.

"Get in first. How can you be out here without a coat?"

Before she could protest, he scooped her up, opened the rear door, and set her inside.

Meatloaf wagged his tail, trying to squeeze in after her. Jonathan shut the door, walked around, put Meatloaf in the passenger seat, and joined Anneliese in the back.

He pulled her into his arms, rubbed her cold hands, and yawned.

"Since my grandmother opposed us, I haven't slept well. I planned to leave when your lights went off, but I fell asleep."

Anneliese saw his fatigue and her anger faded. How can I stay mad?

She hugged Jonathan, pressing her face to his neck and speaking softly.

"It's my fault. I should have told you sooner. We won't be apart—I can't live without you!"

She couldn't see Jonathan's face. He wasn't worried; he only smiled teasingly.

He held Anneliese close, took two deep breaths, then let her go and smoothed her hair.

"I know, baby. Don't worry, I'm fine. Don't keep Ms. Sweeting waiting—go upstairs."

He draped his jacket over her shoulders, buttoned it, and opened the car door, escorting her inside.

Anneliese grabbed his hand. He smiled playfully.

She hugged him, pressed her cheek to his chest, and was reluctant to part.

"Can we stay a little longer?"

Whine!

The dog protested, as if wanting his own kisses.

"My wife!"

Jonathan tugged at Meatloaf's fur, warning him.

Anneliese, initially startled, couldn't help but laugh as she watched Jonathan compete with Meatloaf.

Jonathan returned Meatloaf to the passenger seat, then looked down at her.

"Is this old dog still good to eat?" He wants to steal my wife—can't allow it.

Howl!

Meatloaf rested on the seat, whined, and nudged his head forward.

She giggled, patting Meatloaf's head and giving Jonathan a playful, scolding glance.