Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 106

106.Chapter 106

Miriam opened the door, and Jonathan stepped in, his arms full of bags and papers. Wearing a sharp suit, he seemed completely out of place in the warm, homey atmosphere.

Miriam quickly moved to help him with his load. “You shouldn’t have! Just you coming over was enough.” But why is everything he brought ingredients?” she wondered. Cooking with raw ingredients wasn’t exactly her strong suit.

In the kitchen, Teresa was busy making gruel for Michael. Jonathan’s gaze lingered on her back for a bit before he looked away. “Where’s Mike?” he asked, his voice deliberately louder, as though directing the question at someone specific.

“Mike? It’s just me and Teresa here,” Miriam replied. The first step of the plan was in motion–Miriam played the fool, dodging his questions.

Jonathan’s attention returned to Teresa. “Before leaving, my secretary asked me to look after his kid. I’m here to pick him up. He’s staying with me.”

Hearing this, Teresa could no longer stand by idly. She turned sharply, taking off her apron as she walked out of the kitchen. She stood firmly in front of him, forcing herself to meet his eyes despite their height difference.

“Mike’s mom asked me to take care of him before she left. You don’t have to worry about him,” she said firmly.

“Can you really take care of him?” Jonathan asked rhetorically, “You’re living in someone else’s house with a child. Can you even cook? Without basic skills, how are you planning to look after him?”

Teresa retorted, “I can’t cook, but I can order takeout.”

Jonathan’s voice sharpened further. “He’s only a few years old. Are you really going to feed him takeout all the time? That’s not healthy, But then again, he’s not your own child, so I suppose you don’t really care.”

At those words, Teresa’s anger surged. ‘How could I not care about my own son?‘ she thought. Just as she was about to snap, a small figure dashed into the room and clung tightly to Jonathan’s leg.

“Mr. Daddy Lime, you’re finally here to save me!” Michael sobbed.

Jonathan, sensing something strange, asked the boy to look up. Michael tilted his head back, his large eyes blinking up at Jonathan, momentarily catching him off guard.

Standing before Jonathan was a child in a wig with two pigtails cascading down his shoulders, and his cheeks were exaggeratedly blushed.

“Mike Johnson,” Jonathan said sternly, crouching down to pick him up. “What are your up to?”