Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 262

Jonathan only had a few bites before putting his utensils down.

Stephanie noticed he’d lost a lot of weight after his trip to Aurelia.

The hot weather there, combined with the different cuisine, meant he probably hadn't been eating well.

She wondered how the wound on his back was healing.

Stephanie quite enjoyed the feeling of having her cooking praised.

Since tomorrow was Sunday, she figured she could cook a few dishes for him while he was busy with work.

That night, Stephanie thought that, given Jonathan's usual frequency, and after they had been apart for a whole week… he would surely make a move.

However, as they lay in bed, Jonathan slept soundly beside her, not touching her at all.

Stephanie kept sneaking glances at him.

The third time she looked, Jonathan seemed to sense it and opened his eyes. “What’s wrong?”

Stephanie’s gaze drifted from his chest to his waist, and she inexplicably recalled a comment from an online viewer about his “killer abs.”

[I could touch those pecs and killer abs all day! He must have an incredible body. He'd look even more amazing with his shirt off!]

[Have you had your fill, Stephanie? Move over and let me have a turn for a couple of days!]

Stephanie’s cheeks flushed.

She'd been completely led astray by those comments. Why were these strange thoughts suddenly popping into her head?

Feeling awkward, Stephanie gently turned over, grateful for the darkness that likely hid her blush from Jonathan.

She closed her eyes, feigning exhaustion. “It’s nothing. It’s late, let’s sleep.”

Jonathan watched her back for a few seconds, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He wrapped his arms around her from behind, pulling her body flush against his.

The sudden, unexpected embrace made Stephanie freeze for a moment.

The next morning, the other side of the bed was already empty when she woke up.

A message from Jonathan was on her phone. “I’m heading to the office to handle a few things. I’ll be home later for your home-cooked meal.”

Stephanie got out of bed. Unexpectedly, she received a call from an unknown number.

She answered, and a middle-aged man’s voice came through. It sounded like the butler from the Vasquez family estate. “Madam.”

Stephanie asked, “Is something wrong?”

“I’ve arranged for a car, which is waiting outside your door. Chairman Vasquez requests your presence at the estate.”

Hearing this, Stephanie frowned.

York wanted to see her?

She couldn't very well refuse, so she changed her clothes and went outside.

The butler was exceedingly respectful, personally opening the car door for her.