Destined to Love You

Chapter 135 Want to Kiss You



Chapter 135 Want to Kiss You

Angelia went directly outside the sterile ward and did see that Jonathan had opened his eyes.

He was still maintaining the position of lying on his side and looked very weak. He just opened his

eyes, but it was enough to make Angelia happy.

She leaned in front of the glass and waved her hand towards Jonathan inside.

The respirator had been taken from Jonathan's face.

He smiled faintly and moved his mouth.

Angelia read it.

She leaned forward slightly, closed her eyes, and kissed the glass.

The smile in Jonathan's eyes deepened.

Because he had just said.

"I want to kiss you."

He wanted to kiss her over and over again, to feel her presence, to know she was alive.

He wanted to kiss the ends of her hair and her cheeks and hold her in his arms.

Jonathan fixed his gaze firmly on Angelia, and his eyes were intense with affection.

But soon, he fell back asleep.

Jonathan's wounds hadn't healed. He was only awake for a few moments and then drifted off to sleep

again.

Angelia looked at him for a moment before she turned to Steward and Truman behind her.

Her expression turned serious for an instant, and her brows knitted.

"I saw Angela at the scene of the fire. You guys go find out what's going on."

Since Angela had been sent away, every now and then, there had been a recent update sent back from

the States, along with a recent update on her treatment.

Angelia had never suspected before. But Angela did show up in front of her yesterday.

That meant that someone was helping Angela cheat them.

Hearing this, Truman and Steward looked at each other.

"She went back home?"

Angelia frowned.

She remembered that when she'd seen Angela yesterday, the scars on her face didn't look like they

had been treated at all.

"It's not that she went back home, but she didn't leave at all."

Truman said in shock, "but I watched her get on the plane. There was information sent back from the

States every now and then that clearly documented her recovery."

Angelia shook her head slightly.

"The information can be falsified. The question is who helped her do it?"

It was obvious.

The first time Jonathan investigated Claudia's profile, there wasn't a single picture on it, and that was

because someone had tampered with it.

The second time he investigated him again, he did have a picture, but it was replaced with Angelia's,

and that was because Randall had tampered with it.

The information was never trustworthy.

Her assertive tone made both Truman and Steward looked at her again.

They wondered if it was their delusion that something seemed to have changed in Angelia since this

incident.

The thought flashed through both of their minds at the same time.

"Got it. I'm going to investigate now." Truman said.

Angelia nodded but kept her eyes on Jonathan in the ward.

She was getting reluctant to leave.

Jonathan had been in the sterile ward for five days. The time he spent awake became longer and

longer.

On the sixth day, he finally moved out of it.

The burns on his back caused him to be unable to even move his hands freely. Most of the time he had

to lie down and rest.

Angelia fed Jonathan carefully with the carp soup she had cooked herself.

The carp soup would help the wound recover. She had been making it for several days and kept

changing the way of cooking so that Jonathan wouldn't get tired of it.

The aroma of the creamy white soup was appetizing.

Jonathan drank all of the soup.

He looked up at Angelia's hair.

"How's your injury?"

"I’m fine," Angelia replied.

Her wound was less than five centimeters and it wasn't deep enough to be a big deal.

But Jonathan was more concerned than she was.

He didn't care about the severe burns on his own body. Instead, a little scar on Angelia's body was

more important to him than anything.

"Let me see," Jonathan said.

Angelia had expected him to say that. She lifted her hair to show him the wound, which was still

wrapped in gauze.

"It's almost healed."

"Have you had the fish soup yet?"

Angelia shook her head.

"I don't have to. It's just a small wound."

Jonathan, however, insisted, "Let me feed you."

Angelia looked suspiciously at his immobilized hand.

"Can you?"

Jonathan ordered.

"You feed me first."

Angelia blew the fish soup cold and leaned forward to feed it to Jonathan's mouth.

Just as she was about to lean back, Jonathan suddenly leaned in, bent down slightly, and kissed her

lips quickly.

Her lips and teeth were pried open and he used the tip of his tongue to bring the tasty fish soup to her

mouth.

With the excuse of feeding, he took the opportunity to lick her mouth delicately with the tip of his

tongue.

Angelia blushed as he kissed her until Jonathan finally leaned back a little.

"You feed me first, and then I'll feed you."

He licked the corner of his mouth, and a glimmer of amusement showed in his eyes.

"I feel like the fish soup tastes sweeter today."

Angelia's face immediately turned red and she hurriedly put away the empty bowl.

"Stop it. You need to rest. Watch the wound on your back."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jonathan's expression changed slightly and his movements

stiffened.

Angelia was shocked.

"What's wrong?"

Jonathan smiled and said lightly, "It looks like the wound on my back is cracked."

He'd just been so focused on kissing her that he'd forgotten that bending over would also cause the NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

wounds on his back that had begun to scab to crack.

Angelia was shocked. She hurried to stand up and went behind Jonathan to look at it. Sure enough, the

gauze was oozing with bright red blood.

When the doctor arrived, he looked at the food on the table and changed his medication in puzzlement.

Before he left, he muttered.

"How can you crack your wounds while eating?"

Seeing Jonathan looking at her teasingly, Angelia blushed and didn't dare speak.

With the burns on Jonathan's back, feeding him was actually pretty easy, and the hardest part was

bathing.

When he was still lying in bed, Angelia could only casually wipe his hands and feet.

After he was able to get out of bed, Angelia came over and saw him getting ready for his bath.

She was so scared that she ran over to him.

"The doctor said you can't touch the water with the wounds on your back yet."

Jonathan had taken off the top of his hospital gown and was wearing only loose pants. He turned his

back to Angelia, showing the burns on his back from the fire.

Angelia felt her heart ached as she watched.

Jonathan had turned the faucet on and was about to dive headfirst into the tub when Angelia held him

back.

"Wait, let me help you."

Jonathan turned his head to look at her with his dark eyes.

"I'd like more than wiping my hands."

Angelia froze, and she knew instantly what he meant by saying that. But she still nodded.

Jonathan looked at her head that only reached his chest and his lips curved in a barely perceptible

smile. Then he turned the faucet off.

"Everything's ready. Let's get started."

Angelia looked over to the side. Sure enough, the water bowl and towels were already set aside, as if

someone had specifically prepared them there in advance.


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