Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 109

Tobias, who had been quietly watching the drama unfold from the back seat, froze. He belatedly realized that Jonathan's “get out” had been directed at him.

No wonder. He knew Jonathan couldn't be so ungentlemanly.

Tobias immediately opened the car door and scurried off. “You got it, Jonathan! I’m getting out right now!”

In the car, Stephanie paused, the tears still fresh on her face.

So he wasn't talking to her?

But somehow… that felt even more embarrassing. How mortifying. Why was she crying?

Stephanie tried to hold back her tears, but just then, the man’s hand gently brushed against her cheek.

Jonathan wiped away the stray wetness with his fingers.

Stephanie's cheek was cool, Jonathan’s fingers were scorching.

The touch felt like a collision of ice and fire.

She stared at him, stunned.

Outside the car, Quennel and Tobias were still craning their necks, but the tinted windows likely blocked their view.

Jonathan suddenly leaned forward, moving closer to Stephanie, one arm propped up beside her.

“Stop crying, dear.”

Seeing his magnified face so close, Stephanie's heart began to race uncontrollably.

He was so close his nose was almost touching hers.

Stephanie couldn't help but hold her breath.

Her gaze shifted downward slightly. From her angle, she could just see the view inside Jonathan's black shirt.

Abs, a trim waist, and two V-lines that were both subtle and powerful… all on full display.

He had a great body.

She swallowed hard.

Click...

The seatbelt was pulled out.

Stephanie froze, meeting Jonathan’s narrow eyes.

His long arm reached around her, and with a click, he fastened the seatbelt. Then he chuckled.

The man’s deep voice held a strange gentleness in the night—

“You’d better think of a reasonable explanation for tonight’s events.”

That man from earlier was clearly not someone to be trifled with; even Quennel had to be wary of him.

Stephanie’s social media was very simple. She never knew she had a male friend like that.

“You want to know?” Tobias smirked, lifting his chin. “Beg me. If you beg me, I’ll tell you.”

Quennel glared at him, annoyed. “Say it or don’t. Who cares.”

With that, he pulled Victoria along and walked away.

“Tsk, if you don’t care, then why did you ask?”

Tobias' eyes held a nonchalant smile. “No wonder she dumped you. A guy who’s too proud will never get a wife.”

His tone couldn't have been more mocking.

Quennel felt a strange sense of unease.

Why did it feel like Tobias was waiting to see a show?

As if he was certain Quennel would make a fool of himself.

Quennel frowned. What exactly was wrong?

What kind of joke was he waiting to see him become?