Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 116

"Professor, Quennel and I have already broken up. My husband now... is someone else."

On the other end of the line, Monica paused, seemingly processing what she had just said.

A new husband?

But Monica was a highly educated woman, and she adapted to new information quickly.

"It's good to separate early if it's not the right fit. Next weekend, bring your husband to my place for dinner."

Stephanie was taken aback.

Bring Jonathan to her professor's house for dinner?

She couldn't even imagine such a thing.

Stephanie said softly, "It was a whirlwind marriage."

The implication was that they had no real emotional foundation, and Jonathan might not be willing to accompany her on such social obligations.

Besides, with Ironhold Investment Group's demanding schedule, his appointments were planned far in advance, his time measured in seconds.

She only held the title of wife; she wasn't in a position to make decisions for him, much less manage his schedule.

"Isn't having just me to keep you company enough?"

Stephanie's voice was soft, with a hint of a younger person's playful plea to an elder.

Jonathan, standing just outside the glass door, heard this and a self-deprecating look flashed in his eyes.

So, she didn't want to be seen with him in public?

It seemed his new wife didn't think he was very presentable.

Monica said, "What's wrong with a whirlwind marriage? Is he too ugly? Afraid he'll scare me?"

"..."

Stephanie choked, only then realizing she hadn't turned on the range hood.

She coughed a few times, thinking that Jonathan and the word 'ugly' didn't belong in the same universe.

She was silent for a moment before saying, "He's not very easy to talk to."

After a pause, as if feeling that might make Jonathan sound harsh in her professor's mind, Stephanie added, "But he's a very good person."

Stephanie almost choked again.

She then realized she was still on the phone with Professor Sanders.

These two had never even met, so how were they chatting across the airwaves?

And for that matter, how did Jonathan know her professor's last name was Sanders?

Stephanie quickly made an excuse and hung up the phone.

A cool breeze wafted in. Perhaps the stove was on too high, because Stephanie's cheeks felt hot.

Thinking Jonathan wasn't home, she had only washed her face before coming downstairs, still braless under her pajamas.

She shoved the cooked steak into Jonathan's hand, her head bowed low. "You eat first."

With that, she turned to go upstairs and change.

Jonathan raised an eyebrow. "You're not eating with me?"

"You go ahead. I'll come down later."