Destined to Love You

Chapter 52 I Have Told You Not to Move!

Angelia pulled down the suit coat covering her face and saw Jonathan squatting in front of her.

She moved her legs a little.

“I can walk on my own.”

Jonathan frowned.

‘This woman was totally a big trouble!’

‘Since her feet had been all red, it’s not necessary for her to play a strong role.’

“Do you really want to walk back by yourself?”

Angelia nodded.

“Yes.”

“No, you don’t.”

Jonathan angrily interrupted her. “Give you three seconds, come up! Three, two…”

Just to finish counting, Angelia hurriedly got on his back.

“OK...”

It seemed that his back was lightly covered with soft feathers.

Jonathan’s body gave a slight pause and stood up easily with her on his back.

Just as he just felt, the person on his back were light, as if she had no weight at all.

‘Claudia’ was not short, and even her face still had some baby fat. How could she be so light?

He walked up easily while carrying her.

Angelia was afraid that Jonathan would dump her here because she was heavy.

She put Jonathan’s coat on her hand and felt something touching her arm.

She took it out. It was Jonathan’s mobile phone.

It was the same style as hers.

Angelia pressed the button, and found that the battery of his phone had run out. It turned off

automatically.

No wonder that Jonathan didn’t call the driver just now.

Angelia put away his phone and held his shoulder.

It was a long way to go up the mountain. The surroundings were quiet and there are a few cicadas

chirping occasionally.

Jonathan walked step by step, without saying a word. Even his breathing sound was very weak.

The streetlights drew their shadows long and followed them up slowly.

The ten minute drive cost their half of an hour to walk.

As soon as she saw the gate, Angelia struggled to get down.

“I can go on my own. Put me down.”

“Don’t move!”

Jonathan tightly clasped her legs and walked inside with great strides.

Angelia thought the situation must be seen by the steward and other people.

So she patted his shoulder again.

“I’ll go myself.”

Jonathan’s hands closed.

He slapped on Angelia’s ass.

“I have told you not to move!”

Angelia had not been in the state of not moving. She was frozen.

Jonathan slapped her very lightly and didn’t hurt at all, but the chain effect made she blush gradually.

If Jonathan looked back now, he could find that Angelia’s face was as red as an apple.

In a moment, Jonathan had stepped into the house.

The steward was preparing for the next day’s work in the living room. When he saw them, the

expression on the 60 year-old man’s face was super surprised like swallowing several flies.

“Mr. Miller...”

He came over anxiously, worried about what had happened, especially when Angelia buried her face

between her arms, motionless.

There was even another conjecture popping into the old housekeeper’s mind, like Jonathan couldn’t

tolerate Claudia anymore and he finally killed her.

He came quickly. As an excellent housekeeper, more than ten ways to deal with the body had occurred

in his mind at that time!

Jonathan walked upstairs with Angelia in his arms.

“Get someone to handle the car on the road.”

“What?”

His steward was stunned.

‘Don’t you need to deal with the body?’

He took a quick glance, seeing Angelia’s feet move, then he came back to the reality.

His face quickly regained its former composure.

“Yes, my lord.”

Angelia dared not move for fear that Jonathan would slap her ass again.

This kind of shame was greater than the punishment of pain, which kept her on the anxious seat.

Finally, Jonathan put her down in the bedroom.

Angelia’s face was still hot with slightly red, like the color of red clouds in the sky. NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

Jonathan’s eyes kept staying on her face. He suddenly reached out and took the high heels in her

hand.

Angelia looked at him puzzled.

“They are rubbish.”

He directly raised his hand and threw it. This pair of shoes with nude lace fell into the garbage can in a

parabolic curve.

Angelia couldn’t help widening her eyes.

“I’ve just worn it once...”

If anyone knew that Jonathan threw a pair of high heels which was limited edition and only worn once,

how would they feel?

Jonathan had no regrets. He stood up and took a very tough attitude.

“I’ll have them change the shoes in the cloakroom. If you can’t wear it, don’t wear it.”

It was a very cold and domineering order, but it made Angelia’s heart beat more quickly.

Finish saying, Jonathan took his coat, turned around and walked out.

Angelia sat for a while, and then quickly took out her mobile phone.

There were only two photos taken today in the album.

She enlarged the picture by two fingers and saw the above record clearly.

On the day after Angelia got married, Claudia had ever browsed the tickets to S city and opened the

purchase page.

But there was still no other any information.

Angelia frowned. Even if she knew that she had gone to S city, how can she find her in such a big city?

The next day, Angelia kept waiting for Jonathan after she finished school, but he didn’t come back until

it was dark.

The steward stood straight at the door and waited.

“Mr. Miller is supposed to be back very late today, because he put off some work yesterday.”

Not all directors were as leisurely as Angelia’s imagination. Just judging from these days, Jonathan

was more hard-working than most people.

It was the pains what he took dozens of times than that of others that gave birth to M.I. Group.

Obviously, no one was qualified to get such fortune.

When the hour hand had pointed to eleven, Jonathan hadn’t come back.

Angelia had a class next morning, so she were about to go to her bedroom. When she was walking

upstairs, a shaft of bright light pierced the curtain of night and a car parked at the door.

“Mr. Miller is back.”

The steward’s face brightened and went out.

Angelia went down to follow him.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of wine came.

Jonathan didn’t seem to have any expression. He walked out steadily as if he was not getting drunk.

But his steward was very worried.

“Sir.”

Jonathan’s eyes were very clear. He waved away from the steward’s action of assistance, and looked

at Angelia’s face for a while.

“Yes?”

Angelia shook her head.

Then Jonathan didn’t speak any more and went straight inside.

The steward stood worried and sighed.

Angelia was puzzled.

“Mr. Steward, don’t worry. Mr. Miller didn’t seem to be drunk.”

The steward shook his head slightly.

“He always didn’t show it when he is drunk.”

With that, he ran after Jonathan.

When they arrived at the room, Jonathan was lying on the bed already.

He fell asleep in his clothes and shoes.

The steward stood at the door. He found that there was only Angelia beside him, so he said, “Miss

Hunk, please take care of Mr. Miller for a while. I’m going to send someone to prepare hot water.”

“Ok.”