Chapter 384 Kitchen
On the other side, Lara sent Chloe to the kitchen to help Jonathan. She hesitated at the doorway.
"Lara asked me to give you a hand," she said softly from the kitchen entrance.
Jonathan turned to look at her and smiled. "Sure thing."
Chloe had dressed modestly to meet the elders today. She wore pearl earrings, light makeup, and a long-sleeved dress with a blazer collar that reached her calves. On her feet were conservative black pointed heels.
Standing at the door, Chloe looked at Jonathan with a shy demeanor, appearing unusually well-behaved.
This well-mannered young woman, only a few years older than his son Eric, had a traditional nature but was involved in the wildest affair, entangled with an older man like him. No titles, no promises.
Jonathan suddenly felt a pang of guilt.
"I'll wash the vegetables," Chloe said as she walked in, avoiding eye contact with Jonathan.
"Okay," Jonathan replied, still smiling calmly.
Chloe turned and placed the ingredients Jonathan needed into the sink.
Would he think she was deliberately clinging to him? Although she did want to be with him like this, like a loving couple, one cooking and the other helping, it felt too forward.
As she washed the vegetables, she thought nervously.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed against her back, making Chloe freeze.
"You need to roll up your sleeves," Jonathan whispered in her ear, wrapping his arms around her to roll up her sleeves to her elbows.
Chloe's heart pounded, and her ears burned.
Thankfully, she had muscle tape on her arm, hiding the pitiful and fierce "King" tattoo from his view.
"Okay," she said, her throat tight, trying to stay calm.
Jonathan, being a mature man, could easily see Chloe's inexperienced reaction. She always seemed this way around him—silent and shy, with a fleeting, seductive allure that only appeared that night she said she had a gift for him.
Logically, Chloe, who had been pampered by her family since childhood, started her own business before graduating college, and handled multi-million-dollar projects, shouldn't be like this. She should be proud and confident, demanding he treat her like a queen, a princess.
But in reality, she willingly became his lover, never complaining even when Jonathan didn't stay for aftercare. She said she only wanted physical pleasure, that it didn't matter if he loved her or not.
How could that be?
If Chloe were someone who valued physical pleasure over emotional connection, he wouldn't be true to his name.
He was unfair to Chloe and unworthy of her pure and sincere nature. Because of this guilt, Jonathan began to stay over after their encounters, comforting her to sleep and bringing her warm water when she groggily searched for a drink at night.
Chloe was unusually silent and obedient around him, as if afraid that saying the wrong thing or doing the wrong thing would drive him away. But these were not her words; they were Jonathan's observations and assumptions.
His feelings for her grew during their countless silent interactions and physical intimacy. Women didn't fall in love with men out of guilt and a desire to protect, but men could indeed fall in love with women this way.
Jonathan wasn't sure what his feelings for Chloe were, only that he regretted having Elsa relay his ex-wife's story to her, causing her unnecessary worry.
Jonathan finished rolling up Chloe's sleeves and stepped away.
They didn't exchange many words, each silently preparing the ingredients until Jonathan had everything ready to go into the pot.
"How long does it need to simmer?" Chloe asked.
She had calmed down, the blush fading from her face, finally daring to look Jonathan in the eyes.
"Two hours," Jonathan replied, his voice hoarse, his gaze filled with desire.
"Then let's go wait outside."
"No, we'll wait here." Jonathan closed the kitchen door and pressed Chloe against the wall.
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