Pampered by my three brothers: the return of the neglected heiress novel Chapter 877

Chapter 877: It’s hard to tell what’s going to happen these days.

Meanwhile, in the men’s restroom...

Not everyone was happy about the change of attire to a school uniform, but the majority liked it. One of those in the majority was... Atlas. Wearing some of the Penny accessories that Slater had brought with him was Atlas’s way of teasing Penny, knowing it would horrify her. However, he didn’t plan to wear them throughout the event. He didn’t even plan to attend.

Therefore, having a change of clothes—even though they were school uniforms—wasn’t all that bad.

When Atlas stepped out of the cubicle where he had changed, another person from the next cubicle also stepped out. They looked at each other briefly before Atlas studied Jonathan for a moment and then wordlessly moved to the sink.

Jonathan kept his eyes on Atlas for a moment before approaching the sink and placing his clothes on the wide surface to fold them. As Jonathan folded his clothes, Atlas, who was washing his hands, couldn’t help but glance at how the man was folding them.

"You do a lot of housework?" Atlas asked quietly, earning a look from Jonathan. "It’s just how you fold your clothes."

Jonathan didn’t answer immediately, watching Atlas peel his gaze off him. "Growing up, yes."

"That’s strange."

"Strange?" Jonathan slowly raised a brow, wondering what Atlas meant by that. "What does that mean?"

"The obvious."

"..." Jonathan let out a shallow laugh, facing Atlas, feeling a little... threatened. He wasn’t sure if that was the right term, but it was unpleasant to hear something vague from someone like Atlas.

Did Penny tell her brother about going back in time? Was Atlas aware of the past? A flood of questions swirled in Jonathan’s mind as he stared at Atlas’s side profile.

When Atlas noticed Jonathan’s stare, he raised his brows and asked, "What?"

"Nothing," Jonathan replied with a short smile. "I was just wondering what you meant by ’the obvious,’ because the obvious didn’t feel obvious at all."

"Ah." Atlas blinked. "This school is for the rich. I didn’t expect you to be doing housework when parents usually want their children to focus on school. Isn’t that obvious?"

"Ah... so, that’s what you meant." Jonathan couldn’t help but laugh shortly, nodding in understanding.

"What did you think I meant?" Atlas tilted his head to the side.

Jonathan maintained his smile and shook his head. "Nothing. But my parents preferred that I do well in school and also know how to live by myself."

"You got good parents."

"You think?"

"Mhm."

"Does that mean your parents aren’t good?"

Meanwhile, Jonathan stood still, his eyes on Atlas’s retreating figure. ’Did he just call me by my name?’ he wondered, his smile twisting briefly. Now he had other things to think about.

’There’s no way Penelope Bennet had told her first brother about the past,’ Jonathan told himself. ’I don’t think she would want him to know... because he wouldn’t want to live if he knew how he shunned his own sister and let her die.’

But just as Jonathan turned, he realized Dean was still inside, washing his hands at the sink. ’He’s been washing his hands since stepping out.’

’Dean Pierson.’ Jonathan briefly raised his brows, turning to fold his clothes again to put them in a locker the people who dragged him here had given him.

"Did they also take your keys?" Jonathan asked, keeping his eyes on the clothes he was folding meticulously.

Dean didn’t answer, which wasn’t surprising given his personality.

"They took my keys, telling me they were afraid I’d sneak out. I don’t know if it makes me angry or laugh, but I did laugh somehow," Jonathan casually continued, stacking his folded clothes before flashing Dean a smile. "I’ll see you around, Director Pierson."

Having said that, Jonathan turned his back on Dean and walked away without another word. It wasn’t until Jonathan reached the entrance that Dean spoke.

"Be careful on your way." Dean turned off the faucet, glancing at Jonathan. "This fan club... or rather, a cult, is quite terrifying in its own way. Don’t get caught up in something... bad for your health."

Jonathan looked back at him and smiled. "Thank you for the reminder. You should... take care too, Director Pierson. These days, it’s hard to tell what’s going to happen."

Dean and Jonathan stared at each other before Jonathan flashed him one last bright smile and left. Dean, on the other hand, kept staring at the entrance before glancing at the clothes on the sink that he hadn’t folded because he didn’t know how.

He pulled his phone out and dialed his assistant’s number as he left. "Pick up my things in the..." Dean trailed off, seeing Ray still waiting for him outside the men’s restroom. Seeing the smile on Ray’s face, and then catching sight of Jonathan getting dragged away by the fan club officers, his face twitched.

Who would have thought their warnings to each other would come true so quickly?

’This reunion itself is bad for my health too.’