Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 186

In the end, Stephanie didn’t relent.

Jonathan felt like she was playing him, yet he found himself completely susceptible to her charms.

It was like being slapped and enjoying it. At his age, Jonathan had never been so thoroughly outmaneuvered by anyone.

In a hurry to get to work, Stephanie rushed out the door.

Jonathan followed close behind, pulling the Cullinan up in front of her. “Get in. I’ll drive you.”

Stephanie didn’t refuse, opening the passenger door and sliding in.

Jonathan gripped the steering wheel, glancing over at her. “Why don’t you buy a car? Pick any brand you like, I’ll get it for you.”

It was only natural for a wealthy young woman like Stephanie to have her own car, yet she seemed to prefer taking taxis.

“Or do you not have a license? I can arrange a driver for you.”

Stephanie rolled down the window halfway, letting the cool morning breeze in.

Why didn’t she drive? It was probably a psychological block. Her father and brother had died in a car crash.

And it was true, she didn't even have a license.

A small smile played on her lips, her voice sweet. “You’re my husband. Don’t you want to be my driver anymore?”

At her words, Jonathan couldn’t suppress a grin. So now she remembered he was her husband?

Where was that sentiment last night when she wouldn’t let him in the bed?

Jonathan pressed his tongue against his cheek and turned to look at her, but her expression was so innocent.

The feeling of being utterly wrapped around her finger intensified, but he didn’t argue. Instead, he seemed to relish it. “Of course. You’re my wife. It’s my duty to drive you.”

As she passed him, Jonathan suddenly grinned and caught her hand.

Caught off guard, Stephanie stumbled and was pulled back into his embrace.

He leaned down and gave her lips a gentle bite, his warm breath fanning across her cheek. “See you tonight.”

They were right in front of her office building during morning rush hour, with people coming and going. Stephanie’s face instantly flushed crimson as she glanced around.

Luckily, she was new here. No one should recognize her.

She let out a breath of relief, only to look up and meet Jonathan’s teasing eyes. He was definitely doing this on purpose. They weren't even in a real relationship; there was no need for such an intimate farewell kiss.

Without a word, she turned to leave, but Jonathan pulled her back once more.

His large hand wrapped around her slender waist as he planted another kiss on her forehead. “Miss me,” he whispered.