Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 129

Jonathan effectively silenced all her protests.

In the dark gray bedroom, Stephanie was kissed into submission.

Her hands instinctively pressed against the man's chest, her moist eyes hazy with desire.

They were a real married couple, after all.

Desire surged through her, and she swallowed hard.

Jonathan hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.

The temperature in the room shot up. Suddenly, the shrill ring of a cell phone shattered the mood.

Stephanie's body went rigid. She pushed him away and looked for her phone, which had fallen onto the bed at some point.

When she saw the call was from Rora, her eyes turned cold.

Stephanie didn't answer. She rejected the call, but the mood was completely ruined.

"Next time."

She sat up, her slender white fingers smoothing down the nightgown that had been pushed up to her waist. It should have been a sensual scene, but her eyes were now icy.

Jonathan's Adam's apple bobbed. The abrupt halt to his arousal was not a pleasant feeling.

But seeing that something was on her mind, he asked, "Who was that? Do you need me to take care of it?"

Compared to Stephanie's disheveled state, Jonathan's shirt was only unbuttoned at the top two buttons.

She stood up and started walking out, her voice as cold as her expression. "You can't help me."

Jonathan stared at her back until she disappeared.

He was just now realizing that Stephanie seemed to be hiding secrets he knew nothing about.

…

"Stephanie, I know about the news online. Please pick up my call."

When the call went unanswered, Rora sent a text.

"I'm so sorry. I abandoned you back then, and now I've brought you so much trouble."

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