Next Man, Better Plan novel Chapter 179

Quennel, one of the main players in this drama, looked like he had been struck by lightning.

His sweet, gentle Stephanie was kissing Jonathan in front of all these people?

And what was that she said? Jonathan? Her husband?

Was this reasonable?

Was this even happening?

Quennel opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out.

A dull ache spread through his chest, as if it were stuffed with cotton, making it hard to breathe.

At the moment Stephanie’s lips touched his, a flicker of surprise crossed Jonathan’s eyes, and the icy hardness in his expression began to thaw.

He hooked an arm around her slender waist, pulling her flush against him. The look in his eyes was so intense it was practically tangible.

Stephanie’s kiss was brief and light, but Jonathan swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing, clearly wanting more.

But this wasn't the time for that. Jonathan's gaze landed on the side of her face, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

“What happened to your face? Who hit you?”

Only then did the crowd notice the faint red mark on Stephanie’s cheek.

Her skin was so fair that even the slightest redness stood out, though it had been partially hidden by a curtain of her long hair.

Stephanie bit her lip, but before she could speak, Arnold stepped forward.

“I did,” he declared. “She was being disrespectful. As her elder, I had to teach her a lesson before she offends someone more important in the future. It was for her own good.”

Jonathan’s glacial gaze swept over Arnold’s face, and his voice was laced with ice. “My wife needs you to teach her a lesson?”

Arnold choked, stunned that Jonathan would show him absolutely no courtesy in front of so many people.

Jonathan’s hand gently stroked Stephanie’s cheek. “Does it hurt?”

Stephanie sniffled and nodded.

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