Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire - Chapter 235: Chapter 235
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Benny noticed Jonathan heading to Nareigh International Airport and felt uneasy. He turned around to sort out Jonathan's driver's license.
He figured Jonathan was about to run another red light. The points deducted from his last offense hadn't even been restored yet, and even two licenses wouldn't be enough to cover his violations.
At the Fortune Boulevard intersection, Irene and Heidi were just leaving a nearby mall when they saw a black Maybach speed through a red light without hesitation.
Heidi hesitated for a moment. "Wasn't that Jonathan's car just now?"
Irene pressed her lips together, thinking, 'Of course, it was. Why did Jonathan run a red light?' She pulled out her phone to call Jonathan, but the automated message informed her that the number was temporarily unavailable.
Irene frowned deeply, wondering, 'Where is Jonathan rushing off to? Is he going after Teresa again?'
"I've already made things clear with Jonathan. I have nothing to do with him anymore. Please don't call me again." These were Teresa's exact words. Irene furrowed her brows, trying to reach Teresa, but her phone was turned off.
The sprawling Nareigh International Airport was teeming with travelers. With the end of the month coinciding with Memorial Day, a time when many returned home to visit family, the terminals were a chaotic rush of people hurrying to catch their flights.
Jonathan's eyes scanned the crowd anxiously, searching for any sign of Teresa. His worry was written all over his face as he moved through the bustling airport.
He kept bumping into strangers, his eyes drawn to tall, thin figures in the distance. Each time, hope would rise, and he'd reach out, only to feel let down when they turned around. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."
But none of them were Teresa. Her delicate features, large, expressive eyes, a high nose bridge, and an elegance that was impossible to miss. Yet, every figure that bore even a slight resemblance to her turned out to be a stranger.
He didn't even notice when the bank card in his pocket, holding over 6 million dollars, slipped out. It wasn't until a staff member called out to him that he snapped out of his daze. Frowning, he bent down to pick it up.
As he straightened up and met the staff member's gaze, a wave of clarity hit him. He had been acting foolishly. Finally, he realized he could ask for help.
"Excuse me, could you check for me? What time did a passenger named Teresa Johnston's flight to Fernlandia depart?" he asked, his voice tight with urgency.
The receptionist looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized the strikingly handsome man in front of her. A knowing look crossed her face. "You're Mr. Jonathan Lynn, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, that's me," Jonathan replied with a slight nod, his expression calm but tense.
"Ms. Johnston's flight departed twenty minutes ago. She left this card for you before she boarded," the receptionist said.
"There might be a tall, handsome man asking about my flight. If he does, please hand him this card. Thank you," said Teresa to the receptionist before she boarded the plane.
Jonathan was stunned.
He took the card in silence, his heart sinking as disappointment flickered in his eyes. She was gone. He was just a moment too late.
She knew he'd come looking for her, yet she deliberately went to Benny to stall him.
What a heartless woman. He could never bring himself to be so ruthless. He worried about her, wondering if she'd have a place to stay. She spent money like water. She might end up like before, unable to even afford gas.
At least in Nareigh, she had her house in Rosary Estates. But now that she had left, Jonathan didn't know how she could make a living.
Jonathan sat down heavily, the card trembling slightly in his hand. Slowly, he opened it, and Teresa's familiar, graceful handwriting came into view.
"Maybe you're just clinging to the past. You don't owe me anything anymore. I hope you find happiness. From Teresa, your ex-wife."
Jonathan clenched the card tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
He figured Jonathan was about to run another red light. The points deducted from his last offense hadn't even been restored yet, and even two licenses wouldn't be enough to cover his violations.
At the Fortune Boulevard intersection, Irene and Heidi were just leaving a nearby mall when they saw a black Maybach speed through a red light without hesitation.
Heidi hesitated for a moment. "Wasn't that Jonathan's car just now?"
Irene pressed her lips together, thinking, 'Of course, it was. Why did Jonathan run a red light?' She pulled out her phone to call Jonathan, but the automated message informed her that the number was temporarily unavailable.
Irene frowned deeply, wondering, 'Where is Jonathan rushing off to? Is he going after Teresa again?'
"I've already made things clear with Jonathan. I have nothing to do with him anymore. Please don't call me again." These were Teresa's exact words. Irene furrowed her brows, trying to reach Teresa, but her phone was turned off.
The sprawling Nareigh International Airport was teeming with travelers. With the end of the month coinciding with Memorial Day, a time when many returned home to visit family, the terminals were a chaotic rush of people hurrying to catch their flights.
Jonathan's eyes scanned the crowd anxiously, searching for any sign of Teresa. His worry was written all over his face as he moved through the bustling airport.
He kept bumping into strangers, his eyes drawn to tall, thin figures in the distance. Each time, hope would rise, and he'd reach out, only to feel let down when they turned around. "Sorry, I thought you were someone else."
But none of them were Teresa. Her delicate features, large, expressive eyes, a high nose bridge, and an elegance that was impossible to miss. Yet, every figure that bore even a slight resemblance to her turned out to be a stranger.
He didn't even notice when the bank card in his pocket, holding over 6 million dollars, slipped out. It wasn't until a staff member called out to him that he snapped out of his daze. Frowning, he bent down to pick it up.
As he straightened up and met the staff member's gaze, a wave of clarity hit him. He had been acting foolishly. Finally, he realized he could ask for help.
"Excuse me, could you check for me? What time did a passenger named Teresa Johnston's flight to Fernlandia depart?" he asked, his voice tight with urgency.
The receptionist looked up, her eyes widening slightly as she recognized the strikingly handsome man in front of her. A knowing look crossed her face. "You're Mr. Jonathan Lynn, aren't you?" she asked.
"Yes, that's me," Jonathan replied with a slight nod, his expression calm but tense.
"Ms. Johnston's flight departed twenty minutes ago. She left this card for you before she boarded," the receptionist said.
"There might be a tall, handsome man asking about my flight. If he does, please hand him this card. Thank you," said Teresa to the receptionist before she boarded the plane.
Jonathan was stunned.
He took the card in silence, his heart sinking as disappointment flickered in his eyes. She was gone. He was just a moment too late.
She knew he'd come looking for her, yet she deliberately went to Benny to stall him.
What a heartless woman. He could never bring himself to be so ruthless. He worried about her, wondering if she'd have a place to stay. She spent money like water. She might end up like before, unable to even afford gas.
At least in Nareigh, she had her house in Rosary Estates. But now that she had left, Jonathan didn't know how she could make a living.
Jonathan sat down heavily, the card trembling slightly in his hand. Slowly, he opened it, and Teresa's familiar, graceful handwriting came into view.
"Maybe you're just clinging to the past. You don't owe me anything anymore. I hope you find happiness. From Teresa, your ex-wife."
Jonathan clenched the card tightly, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.
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