Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire - Chapter 395: Chapter 395

After paying the bill, Teresa left the restaurant and still ended up at a bar. It was not the one from last time, but somewhere even livelier.
She couldn't drink, so she just sat there with her juice, watching everyone else party. It was her way of passing time, better than lying awake alone. Honestly, seeing all those couples together wasn't so bad.
"Hey there. All by yourself?" someone struck up a conversation with her.
"Beat it," Teresa snapped, sipping her juice and lost in her own sad memories. She shot an impatient look at the scrawny guy with bleached hair. "I'm divorced with two kids."
"Huh, that's interesting. Maybe I'll go get my boss over here," he said, not backing off.
Teresa recognized that voice right away. She turned and saw the same greasy guy who'd hassled her at Live Bar, the one Jonathan had decked.
"So it really is you. It took me long enough to catch you again." Duncan swaggered over. Teresa had no interest in another scene. The less trouble, the better.
She didn't want to embarrass herself or her hometown, so she tried to play it down. "Sir, I'm just a divorced woman with two kids. Cut me some slack, will you?"
"Cut you some slack?" Duncan was a regular in places like this. He just grinned and threw an arm around Teresa's shoulder. "Where's your boyfriend? The one who punched me last time. He really let you end up divorced with two kids, huh?"
"He just went to the restroom. I'm going to find him," Teresa said, getting up to leave.
But Duncan didn't buy it. As soon as she walked away, he shot the bartender a look. Last time, he didn't have any pull at that bar, but tonight, he was the manager here. There was no way Teresa was getting away.
Teresa went back to her seat, but Duncan was already gone. Realizing it wasn't safe to stick around, she paid her bill and got ready to leave.
"Hey," the bartender called out, handing her a glass of bright red juice. "Fresh watermelon juice, on the house. It'll help you cool off."
Teresa took a couple of sips. "Thanks," she said, slipping him a small tip before heading out.
She'd barely walked a few minutes when her mouth suddenly went dry and her vision started to spin.
She tugged at her collar, confused. She hadn't even had any alcohol. She grabbed onto a lamppost for support.
Suddenly, she felt a heavy weight on her shoulder, and someone forced her chin up. A greasy, sinister face loomed in front of her, his lips moving in to press against her.
She struggled desperately, her face buzzing as if she'd just been slapped. In her ear, she heard a nasty voice, "You think you can turn me down? Let's see how I deal with you."
The next thing she knew, screeching brakes cut through the haze, and when Teresa came to, she was already in Jonathan's car.
She shifted, holding her face. "My face really hurts..."
Jonathan shot her a look, clearly frustrated. "How many times do you have to make the same mistake? How dare you go to the bar alone again? You are a grown-up. When are you going to learn to look out for yourself?"
Teresa didn't respond. She had already drifted off to sleep again.
Jonathan was left speechless.
He pulled up to a convenience store, got out, locked the car, and went in to grab some water and a few ice packs for her. If he hadn't shown up in time, that guy would have taken Teresa away.
Teresa groggily opened her eyes again.
Jonathan had already driven them to his villa. He opened the car door and leaned in, reaching over to unbuckle her seatbelt.
Teresa licked her dry lips. As if lost in a dream or old memories, she wrapped around his neck with her slender arms. "Hubby, I missed you, too," she murmured.
Jonathan forced himself to stay calm, coldly lowering her hands. "Nothing you say tonight will change my mind," he said. "Don't think calling me Hubby will..."