Built His Empire Then Watched It Burn When He Cheated novel Chapter 691

They both laughed as their eyes met. Jonathan closed the trunk, juggling a shopping bag in one hand while holding Anneliese's hand with the other as they walked toward the villa.

Margot, standing on the porch, heard the noise and watched them, thinking the scene was downright heartwarming.

But Anneliese felt something different. She glanced down at the hand Jonathan was holding and then up at him, a smile spreading across her face. "Why does this suddenly feel like we're an old married couple?"

Jonathan looked down at her. "Old married couple sounds perfect. It means we don't have to adjust to each other. We fit together like puzzle pieces, meant to grow old side by side."

Anneliese curved her lips but shook her head. "No way. Which couple never argues? We need to make time for a proper fight. I've heard couples actually get closer the more they fight."

Come to think of it, Jonathan and I really never argue. The only time we experienced tension was when Grandma discovered us and the truth came to light. But that didn't even count as a real fight. Then I think about my dad and mom, who adopted me when I was little. They love each other deeply and are incredibly close, but they do argue from time to time. Somehow, though, it's always Dad who ends up giving in to make Mom happy.

Jonathan gave Anneliese's hand a playful squeeze. "Ever wonder why couples can still feel close even after a fight?"

"Why?" Anneliese looked at him instantly, curious.

Jonathan leaned in, a teasing smirk on his lips. "You little dummy, never heard of settling the messy stuff up front and saving the sweet part for later?" He bent closer, his voice brushing against her ear. "We don't need to argue. We can just make up somewhere more… private."

Anneliese blinked at him, speechless. She was just about to punch him for being ridiculous when a harsh roar of a car engine cut through the air, growing louder as it approached and finally stopped outside the yard.

Both she and Jonathan froze, glancing back just in time to see a silver-blue sports car. The door swung open, and a tall figure stepped out.

The man wore a black suit, with his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned at the top two buttons. Somehow, it didn't make him look sloppy. Instead, it only amplified this rugged, slightly dangerous charm he carried naturally.

It was Zane. He strode toward them with long, deliberate steps, radiating a bad mood and a stormy temper.

Jonathan put an arm around Anneliese's shoulders, his eyes darkening slightly. "You want to go inside first? I can deal with him."

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