The Billionaire Heir Fell for the Wrong Girl (Hathaway Whitmore) novel Chapter 180

Chapter 180

Jeremiah paused, his hand hovering in the air. “What’s wrong?”

She licked her lips and shook her head.

He pressed, “Talk to me. Does it taste bad, or is it too hot?”

“I like it.”

“You seemed to be enjoying it now.”

Hathaway gave him a frosty glare. “I’m afraid it might be poisoned.”

Jeremiah looked confused. “Why would it be poisoned?”

Hathaway’s lips moved. “Who knows?”

Jeremiah instantly thought of that dream and pressed, “Who would try to poison you?”

Hathaway stayed silent.

His oh-so-dear brother, Hathaway thought to herself. “Or maybe he let it happen.”

Jeremiah said, “I’ve moved out. I’m living at Inkwell Manor now. Zara made the soup. It’s only the two of us. I haven’t had time to hire any staff yet. You know Zara well enough.”

“Come on, eat,” Jeremiah coaxed, scooping up another spoonful and holding it to her lips. “Didn’t you want to escape from me? You need to eat if you want to get better faster.”

Seeing Hathaway staring at him with those clear, stubborn eyes, refusing to open her mouth, Jeremiah said, “If you’re not going to eat, we could always do something else instead.”

Hathaway’s lips moved. She really wanted to recover, so she had no choice but to keep eating. But maybe some bad thoughts crossed her mind, because she swallowed slowly.

After she finished eating, Jeremiah—

Once she was done rinsing, he scooped her up in his arms, then helped Hathaway rinse her mouth.

He put her back down and let her rest, but the next second, Jeremiah—

“Let’s soak…”

The warm sun hit her nose, filling—

Helen—

Jeremiah held Hathaway close. Her sweet, delicate scent lingered in his—

“...lobe. “Hattie, you smell amazing.”

She fought, struggling desperately to pull away, but Jeremiah’s arms didn’t budge.

Like a wall of steel, locking her firmly in his embrace. Her struggles were nothing but a—

Finally managing to break free a little, “Can you tell I’m pushing you away?”

He said, “You need to get used to it sooner or later. We’ll end up getting—”

Hathaway kept pushing him away like she couldn’t stand it. “I can’t. I’ll never get used to it. We’re never—”

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