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131.Chapter 131
Jonathan opened the report and read it from beginning to end, his eyebrows slowly furrowing. Then, he crumpled the report into a ball in his hand and tossed it onto the floor beside him.
He explained inwardly, ‘As I thought, he’s not my child! What was I even expecting? I feel like an idiot!‘
He had secretly done another DNA test without telling anyone, even lying to Donald, saying it was for a friend. He even secretly drove to the hospital alone instead of having his driver take him.
Despite all that, the child wasn’t his. Everyone said the child looked like him, but so
what? The evidence was clear.
Feeling frustrated, Jonathan grabbed his suit jacket and walked out.
On New Year’s Eve, every household was bustling, and fireworks were going off everywhere.
Jennifer sat alone in her office, gazing at the fireworks outside. She reached into her drawer, took a photo, and looked down at it.
A knocking echoed in the room.
“Come in,” she said as she casually placed the photo back in the drawer.
The door opened, and Donald walked in with a cup of hot coffee. He wasn’t wearing his coat, just a simple white shirt and gray pants, looking quite fresh.
Jennifer stared at him in confusion. “Why aren’t you home having New Year’s Eve dinner?”
Donald glanced at his watch and said, “It’s only six–thirty. No rush. I thought you might still be here, so I came by to check on you!”
A strange feeling rose in Jennifer’s heart. She looked away to the window and casually said, “The day is getting shorter. It’s already dark so soon.”
He asked, “Yes. Are you hungry? How about I take you out to a restaurant?”
She stated, “It’s New Year’s Eve. I doubt any restaurants are open.”
Donald walked over and placed the cup of coffee on her desk. “There’s a gnocchi restaurant across from the hospital run by a foreigner. They’re not going home for New Year’s Day this year, and I just saw it’s still open.”
The aroma of coffee filled the air. Jennifer looked at his warm expression, pressed her lips together, and slowly nodded.
They went downstairs to have gnocchi and ordered a few side dishes, making it a
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satisfying meal. Donald cleaned the fork and handed it to Jennifer.
The steam from the gnocchi enveloped Jennifer’s face, and she looked down and said, “I’m sorry.”
Donald raised an eyebrow. “For what?”
Jennifer was silent momentarily, then shook her head without saying anything more.
Donald smiled. “If you feel bad about not reciprocating my feelings, there’s no need to apologize. I won’t guilt–trip you. Just because I like you doesn’t mean you also have to.”
Jennifer licked her lips. “Why do you even like me?”
Donald was taken aback. “What?”
“What do you mean? Are you saying you’re not good enough?” Donald continued to question her. “You’re a beautiful and exceptional doctor, Dr. Nelson. You have no idea how many at the hospital secretly admire you.”
Jennifer’s lips curved slightly. You’re flattering me.”
He added, “I’m not just buttering you up. In my heart, you truly are an amazing woman.”
It had been long since anyone had called Jennifer an exceptional woman. Even though she was a few years older than Donald, his gaze toward her felt like he was doting on a little girl.
She thought, ‘He is younger than me, but his gaze is clear, pure, and warm. No. What am I even thinking?‘
Jennifer quickly snapped out of it, suppressing the faint flutter in her heart. “I’m full.
Let’s head back.”
“I’ll drive you,” Donald offered.
*****
At the Lynn residence, dinner was ready, and the New Year’s Eve ball drop was on TV. Cheryl was back to celebrate the holiday with Hayden.
Cheryl’s and Donald’s parents were out of town and couldn’t make it back. They might come home tomorrow or the day after.
Shortly after dropping Jennifer home, Donald drove home. It was freezing outside. It even snowed in the morning, though it had stopped at noon.
Only Jonathan hadn’t returned yet. Irene called him, but he didn’t answer.
Donald stated, “I called Jonathan, but he didn’t answer. Maybe he’s busy.”
Hayden frowned with displeasure. “What’s the point of being so busy on New Year’s Eve? He is always working and can’t even give me a great–grandchild.”
Beside him, Cheryl suddenly coughed and didn’t dare say a word, keeping her head down.
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