189.Chapter 189
“Look at you, all worked up. What’s going on in that head of yours? If you like her, just go for it. I know Mirian likes you,
anyway
“It’s not easy to find someone who genuinely likes you and treats you well,” Teresa said with a teasing smile.
“Teresa got a point, Jonathan chimed in, walking over with Michael in his arms. “If money’s the issue, I’ll help you out–but only if you take the initiative.
Edward sighed, “Fine, anyway, my ride’s here. Jonathan, Mrs. Lynn, I’m off.”
Edward pushed his suitcase and left, but not before ruffling Michael’s hair. “Let’s dance together again sometime, okay?” “Bye–bye, Edward Michael waved enthusiastically before turning to Teresa, “Ms. Johnston, why does Edward call you Mrs. Lynn?”
Teresa was momentarily at a loss for words, while Jonathan, curious to hear her explanation, stayed silent.
Frowning slightly Teresa said, “It’s just a nickname college students use for pretty girls.”
Jonathan chuckled. “That’s your explanation?”
“What’s wrong with it? It’s perfectly fine for a kid, Teresa retorted.
Just as Jonathan was about to say something more, the hairstylist approached. “Sir, between you and your son, who’s getting their haircut first?”
Jonathan replied, “Let the kid go first.” While Michael was getting his hair washed, another seat opened up, so Jonathan went over to get his hair washed as well.
Meanwhile, a customer who had just finished his haircut shrugged on his jacket with a refreshed grin, Smiling at Teresa, he said, “Miss, your husband’s right–your explanation doesn’t quite make sense. Just tell the kid it’s because you are married.” Teresa gave a faint smile. “Oh, no, you’ve got it wrong. He’s not my husband, and the kid’s not my son.”
“What?” The customer froze for a moment, then quickly apologized. “Sorry about that. They just look so alike. I assumed- My bad.”
The customer left in a hurry, leaving Teresa to awkwardly rub her nose.
‘Forget it. Just pretend he’s not his son,” she thought. “No way am I explaining this in a barbershop. If this gets out, what will people think of me?‘ Teresa sighed and kept quiet.
Once the haircuts were done, Jonathan left the shop with Teresa and Michael.
“How’s your mom doing? Are you heading back to the hospital today?” Jonathan asked.
“I’m not going to the hospital today. She’s fine now,” Teresa replied, planning to take Michael straight home after the haircut. Jonathan held Michael, and as usual, the little guy started dozing off almost instantly Jonathan chuckled to himself. This kid really treats my arms like a pillow.
Seeing Michael getting sleepy, Jonathan gestured for Teresa to get in the car. “Hop in. I take you both home.”
“Jonathan, a lot of people have been saying you and Michael look alike. What’s your take on that?” Noticing Michael was deeply asleep, Teresa asked cautiously.
“What do you expect me to think?” Jonathan replied flatly.
Jonathan’s gaze flicked to Teresa through the rearview mirror, his tone sharp. “We’ve done the DNA test multiple times. The results are clear. He’s not mine. Facts are facts. But you? Look at yourself. You’ve been pale for days. What’s going on?” “It’s because my mom’s been in the hospital. I haven’t been able to get proper rest,” Teresa muttered.
“And the contraceptive pills you’ve been taking are helping.” Jonathan added, frowning as he finished her sentence Teresa pressed her lips together tightly. Whether I took them or not, only I know the truth; she wondered.
Jonathan made a turn and continued, “Clear your schedule this weekend. I’ll take you to see a doctor by the coast.
“Benny found someone reliable–a traditional medicine doctor whose family used to treat kings. He’ll check your pulse and prescribe some medicine to help you recover.”
“I don’t need it” Teresa started to protest.
“I’m not asking. I’m telling you. I’ve already cleared my weekend, so make sure you do the same, Jonathan said firmly.
