Chapter 39 Travel (1/2)

Jonas should have been used to his grandfather defending Melinda.

Thousands of family households had most of their lights switched off by then. When Jonas walked out of his office, he saw William dozing off with one hand resting on top of the desk. The sound of the heavy wooden door opening startled him and he almost fell to the floor.

Placing both hands on the desk and barely supporting his weight on the chair, William couldn’t resist yawning. There were dark circles under his eyes, silently complaining about the immense amount of work that day.

”Mr. Gu, are you off duty?”

William asked in a drowsy voice. He felt that he could sleep standing up.

”You can take a day off tomorrow.”

Jonas’s voice trailed away as he made his way out of the office. Rubbing his ears, William felt that he had misheard him. Then his smile grew bigger and wider like a fool.

At long last, he could relax for one whole day.

When Jonas returned home, he threw his suit jacket over the back of the sofa and slumped down. He was no ironman and he felt exhausted. He had been hectic these days that a gray stubble covered his cheeks and chin.

It just so happened that Melinda went downstairs to get some water to drink. After adapting to the new surroundings, she seemed comfortable walking under the dim lights as she made her way to the kitchen. Despite the blurry vision, she could make out Jonas’s figure. Seeing him so tired made her frown unconsciously.

She gripped the glass in her hand tightly and sighed. She poured another cup of water and flipped on the kitchen light.

The painfully bright light made Jonas feel uncomfortable. He frowned and blocked the glare with his hands. Melinda handed him the water. She just stood there in silence.

”Go back to your room and get some rest. You’ll catch a cold if you sleep on the sofa.”

While Melinda spoke, she could hear a grumbling sound from his stomach. She peered at Jonas and saw his reluctantly expressionless face.

For a moment, she found Jonas very adorable.

Ten minutes later, a bowl of steaming rib noodles appeared in front of Jonas. Melinda yawned and her eyelids grew heavy.

”I’m going back to bed. Good night.”

She didn’t care whether Jonas ate the food and fumbled back to her bedroom. Showing some concern for him had become a habit, and this practice was undoubtedly scary.

In the past, the late night snacks she prepared all ended up in the dumpster. She smiled with self-mockery and stopped thinking about it too much.

Jonas tasted the broth. The flavor was bland but his hard heart softened a little.