The Ex-Wife's Secret (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900

“I only say nice things once.” Teresa glared at Jonathan. If he missed it, too bad for him.

Jonathan clinked his glass with hers. “Thanks, Honey.”

Teresa was speechless. Jonathan was in a great mood today and had more than a few drinks. Hayden kept reminding him to take good care of his wife and kid, and Jonathan just nodded, saying he got it.

By the time all their friends and family had left, it was already past two in the afternoon. Michael had already gorie to bed a while ago, and Jonathan decided to skip the office today, crashing on Teresa’s bed for a nap.

Teresa tried everything to get him to leave, but he was acting like a total rascal. Out of options, she just grabbed a pillow and smacked him on the head.

“Go sleep in your own room, did you hear me?” she ordered, clearly annoyed.

Jonathan’s brows knit together. “Honey, stop hitting me. It really hurts.”

Teresa paused, confused. She hadn’t even used any force. Wondering where exactly he was hurt, she leaned in to check on him, but in the next second, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her down beside him.

He took her hand and pressed it over his heart. “It hurts right here.” He murmured.

Teresa fell silent. ‘Is this just some cringey drunk talk from an old guy?‘ she thought. “Why does your heart hurt?” she asked.

Jonathan mumbled. “Everything that’s happened lately just hurts so much.”

He gently stroked Teresa’s face, his expression full of pain. “Why can’t every day be like today? I just want a peaceful home. Why does it have to be so hard?”

“Jonathan, who doesn’t want a peaceful home? This isn’t just my fault,” Teresa replied.

“I know,” Jonathan muttered. He frowned, “It’s my fault, all of it. Your only mistake is that you don’t love me.”

“What do you mean?” Teresa asked, suddenly feeling so nervous she could barely breathe, her heart pounding like it was about to leap out of her chest.

She forced herself to ask, “Do you still love me? Do you still love me/as purely as you used to?”

Some things just had to come straight from the person’s own mouth, or no one would ever really believe them. After all, all those harsh words from the past were still hanging between them.

Jonathan suddenly looked up. He stared straight at Teresa. “I…” Jonathan started.

Teresa stared right back at him, her nerves suddenly on edge. But in the very next second, this man, who only managed to get out a single word, just buried his face straight into her pillow.

Teresa just threw up her hands. “Seriously? That’s it? Did you just pass out on me, Jonathan?”

This was so typical. Every time he got drunk, he either acted like a total fool or left his words hanging halfway, and then the next day, he’d wake up with absolutely no clue about anything that happened.

‘No wonder they call him Jonathan the Blackout/King,‘ she thought to herself. She tried to push him, but she couldn’t be bothered anymore.

His handsome face was right there in front of her. She reached out, running her fingers over his strong brow and that flawless, high–bridged nose. People always said guys with noses like that were competent in that way.

Teresa shook her head hard, silently scolding herself. ‘Are you crazy, Teresa? What kind of nonsense are you thinking? Haven’t you stared at this face enough already?”

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