Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 117

"Why?"

"Does there have to be a why for everything? I'm not hungry right now, okay?"

"Not okay," Jonathan said, leaning in close. He whispered near her earlobe, "After all, I'm not easy to talk to. And I'm an abuser."

"..."

Stephanie's eyes widened in shock, a flicker of panic in them.

Had Steven snitched on her to Jonathan?

Something that trivial wasn't worth reporting, was it?

Jonathan walked to the dining table. Seeing Stephanie still frozen in place, he smirked.

"Don't you have a crush on me? I'm giving you a chance to get close to me, and you're not happy about it?"

Who has a crush on him? Honestly.

Stephanie walked slowly toward the living room.

Jonathan's eyes followed her.

Her figure was too perfect. His gaze instinctively drifted down from her collarbone, and when it landed on a certain spot, his eyes darkened, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly.

Sensing his persistent stare, Stephanie subconsciously looked down. "..."

"Ah—"

She instinctively covered her chest and, ignoring whatever the man behind her was saying, she bolted upstairs.

Her toes curled with embarrassment. As she rushed past Jonathan, she didn't notice—

The ever-composed man's ear tips were a very suspicious shade of red.

...

Stephanie felt like she had embarrassed herself to the core.

She holed up in her room, wrestling with her thoughts and giving herself a long pep talk.

One moment she was wrapped in her blanket, somersaulting in turmoil; the next, she was pressing her ear against the door, listening for any sounds outside.

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