Chapter 82

Sherry didn't know where Christian took Michael. Perhaps they went out to play, but Christian didn't tell her. She trusted him enough to let him take Michael.

Teresa breathed a sigh of relief. “I feel much better knowing you're there. I’ll be back in a couple of days.”

Sherry chuckled. “Nothing happened with Mr. Lynn?”

Teresa asked, “What could happen? He’s a patient.” They didn’t share a room at night during her stay; she slept in the guest room, and he slept in his.

Teresa hung up and returned to the study. The phone on the table buzzed twice. It was Jonathan's; a text message appeared automatically. It read: [You’re not answering my calls? If you don’t like Simona, I can introduce you to other women. Just don’t pine over Teresa. It’s been more than two years since the divorce. She’s not worthy.] The sender was Irene.

Teresa sneered, thinking, ‘Oh, right. I’m not worthy.’

Jonathan emerged from the bathroom and didn't find Teresa in the study. She was packing her bags in the guest room, ready to leave. Jonathan, his arm still bandaged, leaned against the door, blocking her exit. “My arm still hurts.”

Teresa snorted coldly. “Then find a professional caregiver. I can’t take care of you forever.” She had her work, her life, and Michael to raise.

“Oh, by the way, your mother texted. She wants to introduce you to other women. You should check it out,” she added.

She had only one bag and was about to pass him when Jonathan grabbed her hand with his uninjured arm. “You say you’re not jealous, but you always act like this.”

Teresa shook off his hand. “Like what? We’ve been divorced for over two years. Why would I be jealous? On the other hand, you keep interfering in my life. When we divorced, you said you didn’t love me, but now… What are you doing back in Nareigh, Jonathan?”

He could easily find someone better, considering his circumstances. Although divorced, he didn't know about Michael, and never would. That wouldn't stop him from finding someone; it was as if he were single. He was handsome, rich, tall, and had a pleasant personality. How could he not find the right woman?

Jonathan’s gaze held pain and sarcasm as he said, “Right. I don’t love you anymore. I just came back to Nareigh to torment myself. I was bored, so I still live in this house after our divorce. I lose sleep because I miss you so much.”

“I even keep our wedding photo in the master bedroom. I got bored again, so I bought a courtyard house in Jarisburg just because you mentioned wanting one so our kids could have better schooling.”

“When I was away on a business trip and heard something happened to you, I dropped my business partner and caught the fastest flight back. When I heard you were short on cash, I sent you money immediately.”

“I ate ravioli that was left out overnight and got gastroenteritis. I was hospitalized for three days and had to get IV drips. But you said you wanted hash browns and waffles, so I ran all over Nareigh to buy them and bring you breakfast.”

“I went to your opening ceremony, but the traffic was bad, so I got out of the car. Then, I got hit by a bike, dislocated my shoulder, and couldn’t go to work for three days. This means I don’t love you, right?”

Teresa pursed her lips. His sudden seriousness flustered her; she was at a loss.

“When we divorced, you said you only felt attracted to me and married me for that, not love. What about now?” Jonathan asked.

He locked his gaze onto her, as if the moment she said she loved him, he would give her the stars if she wanted them.