Chapter 197

Jonathan carried Michael ahead, then glanced back with a teasing grin. “So, when are you going to give me a daughter?”

“No way. Go find someone else for that,” Teresa shot back, clearly annoyed. Jonathan frowned but remained silent.

After settling Michael down, Jonathan made a quick call. Once he hung up, he turned to Teresa. “We’re leaving tonight. Edward’s on his way. He’s free this weekend, so he’ll stay here for a couple of days to watch Mike.”

“Absolutely not. Edward thinks babysitting means making the kid dance and filming TikTok videos,” Teresa said, rolling her eyes.

“Let him have his fun. Anyway, Donald’s busy with his birthday today. Otherwise, I would’ve asked him,” Jonathan replied. ‘Donald’s birthday?’ Teresa blinked in surprise and wondered, ‘No wonder Jennifer rushed out with her luggage this morning. Is she planning to stay at the hospital now? Or maybe throwing Donald a birthday party? Are things moving that fast between them?’

Teresa couldn’t help but wonder, “If Jennifer and Donald get together, does that mean I won’t have to leave?”

Soon, Edward came bounding in, practically bouncing on his feet. After Jonathan gave him a few instructions, Edward grinned. “So, can I explore the place freely?”

“No,” Jonathan cut him off coldly. “You’re only allowed in your room and Mike’s room. Got it?”

“What’s the name of that kid again? Mike?” Edward instinctively glanced at Teresa, who stood calmly behind Jonathan.

“Mike Johnson, M-I-K-E,” said Jonathan.

“Oh, I got it.” Edward scratched his nose and decided not to ask further.

Jonathan headed to the garage to get the car, while Teresa hesitated, trying to back out. She really didn’t want to see a traditional medicine doctor. Even if she got prescribed herbal remedies, she wouldn’t take them. But Jonathan was firm. He had time this weekend, and he might not be free next week. Noticing how much weight she had lost, and since she was staying at his place, he figured it was the perfect time to help her recover.

Jonathan drove the car out and stopped it in front of her, opening the passenger door. “Get in.”

“Can’t we just go next week? It’s not that urgent, is it?” she said.

“I’ll be busy next week. Your family’s issues have already worn me out. Jennifer sent me one text, and I flew back from overseas to find you, then your mom was hospitalized, and I was running around pulling strings,” Jonathan rubbed his temples, a trace of exhaustion flickering in his eyes. “Just get in the car.”

Teresa knew he meant well, but she hadn’t taken any contraceptive pills. ‘It’s been too long anyway. I stopped taking them ages ago, just hoping I wouldn’t get pregnant,’ she wondered.

Once Teresa got in the car, her eyes landed on the BMW logo and the familiar interior. Memories came flooding back. “Why are you driving this car?”

It was the same black BMW 530 he had driven when they got married. She hadn’t seen this car in ages. Jonathan explained, “The roads in Chicoham have odd-even plate restrictions, but this car isn’t affected because it doesn’t have a Nareigh license plate.”

Teresa hadn’t been in this car for a long time. As she fastened her seatbelt, she asked, “Just the two of us?”

“Who else were you expecting? A conversation partner?” he teased.

“Didn’t you say Benny recommended the doctor? Isn’t he coming?” she asked.

“He’s swamped.” Jonathan wasn’t sure what Benny was so busy with, but Benny had called him earlier today, asking if he’d be going back to the Lynn residence this weekend. Jonathan had replied that he wouldn’t, as he was taking Teresa to see the doctor. Benny had cryptically remarked, “It’s just as well you’re not coming back.” He didn’t elaborate further.

The car had already merged onto the main road. This car carried so many memories. Teresa’s mind was flooded with the past, especially when she turned on the music player and heard the familiar melody.

Back then, it was a breezy day. He had driven her to the courthouse to get their marriage license. That song had been playing. He had kissed the back of her hand and said to her, “Mrs. Lynn, you’ve got me for life now.”