Chapter 582 In His Warm Care

Jethro’s anger ebbed away upon hearing my words, though his face continued to carry a trace of annoyance.

"That's more like it. Remember, if this happens again, you’re never leaving the house ever again," he warned.

I wasn't upset that he was angry. I understood it was because he cared about me. I would’ve felt the same if the roles were reversed. After all, worry was a byproduct of care.

"Were you waiting up for me?" I asked, realizing Jethro was still up in the living room though it was well past two in the morning.

"What else would I be doing?" he replied in a mix of irritation and relief.

"Geez, I've already apologized. Let's not dwell on this," I responded playfully, trying to defuse the tension. "Let's head to bed. I'm exhausted," I suggested, more than ready to end the evening. Taking his hand, I led us toward the bedroom.

Sensing my weariness, Jethro followed without further comment. After a soothing shower, I felt much better despite the physical exhaustion. My mood, how