Destined to Love You

Chapter 127 Jonathan was Crazy!

Jonathan took her and walked out of the campus.

As soon as they appeared, they attracted everyone's attention.

No one thought that after that after what happened, Jonathan could still be so nice to Angelia.

But Jonathan just believed Angelia unconditionally, ignoring everyone's suggestions and opinions.

Just like he promised.

He had never trusted others so much, but if he decided to do so, he would not hesitate.

Jonathan pulled her tightly towards himself and walked out through the crowd without paying attention

to anyone.

Even Angelia herself was surprised about Jonathan's trust in her.

How much emotional support was needed for such unconditional trust?

There was a trace of warmth in Angelia's heart, but she didn't know that these were pushing Jonathan's

limits bit by bit.

Angelia was taken back to the house by him, and was soon comforted by Jonathan and fell asleep.

It was not until late at night that Jonathan left the house again.

The light was dim, and he stepped into the night to walk into the garden.

In the yard, Steward was already waiting for him.

"Sir, we found the man."

Jonathan turned around to see the man lying on the ground tied up on the other side, and walked over.

Vincent was tied up, and her mouth was still taped with a scotch tape.

He kept struggling, and the black-rimmed glasses had long since fallen somewhere.

Jonathan walked to him, lowered his head, and looked at him.

The night was dark, and he could only see vaguely what he looked like.

Jonathan's eyes were cold, without a trace of emotion, as if he was looking at a dead person.

A bodyguard stepped forward and tore the tape from his mouth, and he immediately yelled out loud.

"What are you going to do? This is illegal... Humph!"

He was saying something when Jonathan kicked on his shoulder and pushed him directly on the

ground.

"What did you do to my wife?"

Vincent trembled all over.

"I didn't do anything, she first..."

Bang!

Before he could finish speaking, Jonathan's eyes sank onto him and kicked him hard in the chest, and

there was the sound of ribs breaking.

He lowered his eyes, with a fierce light in them.

"I will give you another chance."

Vincent trembled and started crying.

"I just need money, I really don’t know what to do."

He glanced at Jonathan quietly, saw that he didn't interrupt him anymore, so he continued to speak.

"She gave me the money and asked me to do this… otherwise I don't have any money for my mother’s

surgery, and she will die. Please let me go."

"If I let you go, who will let me go?"

Jonathan's eyes showed only coldness.

"What have you done to her?"

Vincent's eyes flashed, and he cautiously said, "I really didn't do anything, I only held her hand..."

Jonathan's expression remained unchanged.

"Anything else?"

"No, absolutely nothing else!"

Jonathan looked down at him for a while, then bent down slightly.

"Next, I need you to be quiet to not wake my wife."

“Okay, I will..." Vincent just agreed, and immediately after seeing the knife Jonathan took out from

behind his back, his face went pale instantly and he lost all color.

"Mister Miler! You can't do this! You can't..."

The bodyguard standing behind him quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth.

Seeing Jonathan gesture his hand, he stabbed the knife through the hand into the ground, nailing his

hand to the ground.

Vincent twisted and struggled violently.

Jonathan stood up, stepped on the handle of the knife and pressed it down.

"I don't like it when someone is holding her."

Blood gushed out from the palm and seeps into the soil, staining the ground red.

Steward looked at Jonathan worried.

It's been a long time since Jonathan...

If the incident that happened with Zach was unforgivable, then what Vincent had done was definitely

wrong, but even though, this punishment was still too cruel.

He looked up, but was surprised by the expression on Jonathan's face this time.

His stiff features were dull under the moonlight, and his eyes were filled with craziness.

The extremely possessive desire towards Angelia made him go slant.

The last time when Angelia and Echo had rumors, Jonathan just left a hickey on her neck. Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

This time, something similar was happening, but he simply abolished his hand.

What about next time?

Steward frowned and suddenly became worried.

Vincent, who was still on the ground already fainted because of the pain, and Jonathan finally took his

foot back.

From beginning to end, the expression on his face had not changed.

He wiped the non-existent stains on his hands and looked down at Vincent without a trace of pity.

"Throw him out and ask him to clarify in public tomorrow."

After speaking, he glanced at the blood on the ground and frowned.

"Clean up the blood and don't let her see it."

"Yes."

The two bodyguards took him away immediately.

Jonathan turned and walked towards the house.

Steward hurried behind him.

"Sir, what should we do about the Hunks?"

This time the incident was caused by a "distant relative" of the Hunks family, and judging from the

actions these passing days, the woman's motive was not simple.

"Tomorrow, I will go to Hunk's house."

Jonathan walked to the door, paused, and added, "Don't tell her."

"Yes, sir."

Hearing the answer, Jonathan lowered his head and checked his body, and made sure that there was

no blood smell and blood stains before he raised his hand and opened the door.

The light in the bedroom was dim, and there was a small lamp beside the bed.

Angelia had already fallen asleep.

Jonathan sat down by the bed and looked at her.

Angelia opened her eyes dazedly in her sleep.

Seeing Jonathan, she was surprised, "Why are you here?"

"I want to sleep with you today." Jonathan said.

Angelia nodded, and was about to move to the side, when she suddenly realized what he said, and

stared at him with wide eyes.

Jonathan affirmed, "I want to hold you in my sleep tonight."

His eyes were so firm that she couldn't refuse.

Angelia remembered what happened today, her eyes flashed.

"Jonathan, are you..."

"I just wanna hug you." Jonathan interrupted her.

Angelia thought for a while, then nodded.

In the next second, Jonathan was already holding her.

He firmly held Angelia in his arms, and gently stroked her hair with his hand.

"Go to sleep," he said to her.

Angelia was too sleepy to respond, and soon fell asleep again.

Her breathing was becoming longer gradually.

In the darkness, Jonathan slowly lowered his head and kissed her hair.

"No one can take you away."

His voice was very low and soft, but with unspeakable determination.

The night wind blew in from the window, carrying away his voice.

The next day, just as discussions were at it’s highest level, Vincent suddenly came forward and took

the initiative to clarify the matter.