Chapter Thirty Five
Jonathan decided to make breakfast. It was only 8 a.m in the morning, a time he still deserved to be asleep taking into account strenuous events he had gone through but he had no sleep. Coupled up with the frightening thoughts that crossed his mind as he stared at Cora's lovely face from dawn made him leave the bed and head to the kitchen he loathed. In only a pair of comfortable grey pants, Jonathan stealthily left a sleeping Cora and strode to the kitchen. It took him a moment to figure out the bearings of the kitchenware, well, he was not to blame, it was ages since he had come to the house. As he assembled bowls, Jonathan frowned, sooner or later, he had to tell Cora the truth. He sighed. Where do I start ? By proposing first so that she can't reject me when she knows the truth?
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