Destined to Love You

Chapter 92 Sleeping Together?

The light lightened the dark room.

Jonathan sat down by the bed and put his hands on the quilt.

The person hiding in the quilt seemed to feel his movement and moved slightly.

"Don't be afraid."

Angelia didn't move. Her voice came from the quilt and was a little fuzzy.

"Jonathan?"

Her voice was very small, like a kitten.

Jonathan's heart was so soft.

"It’s me."

He bent down, directly hugged the person who was wrapped in the quilt with the quilt into his arms.

"Look, it's not dark anymore."

Angelia was pulled out by him, and when she opened her eyes, her eyes widened!

Candles were lit in the dark room.

There were various candles on the ground, on the windowsill, on the table, on the chairs.

All the fire light illuminated the entire room.

Angelia looked at the candlelight in front of her in surprise.

"These ones……"

Jonathan put the candle in her hand and kissed her on the forehead.

"Sorry, I didn't know there would be an electricity black-out today."

Angelia held the candle in her hand. The flame brought light and warm temperature.

There was warmth in her heart, and she didn't know what to do.

"Why are you doing it?"

Jonathan hugged her and whispered, "I want you to think of light and me when you see the night, then

you won't be afraid in the future."

Angelia raised her head.

The candlelight was reflected in Jonathan's eyes like a cluster of lights, jumping constantly.

"Tell me, why are you afraid of the darkness?" he asked.

"I do not know."

Angelia shook her head.

"From the moment I can remember, it's like someone has been telling me that you can't go to a dark

place..."

She frowned, but she didn't know when the memory began.

Jonathan hugged her and his hands tightened slightly.

"Then you will remember that in the dark place, there is me."

Angelia grabbed the quilt.

"Jonathan, are you making up for me?"

"No," Jonathan said softly.

Angelia calmed down and leaning on Jonathan's arms.

The candlelight in front of her seemed to dispel the haze in her heart for a moment.

Jonathan hugged her quietly.

She didn’t know how long it took before he spoke softly.

"I think I like you."

The sound was as soft as a feather flicking.

The breeze blew and the word was blown into the air.

Angelia in his arms did not respond.

She closed her eyes slightly, not knowing when she was already asleep.

The circuit had not been restored.

However, the bedroom on the third floor of the castle had been bright and had not been extinguished all

night.

The next day, when Angelia woke up, the candles in the room had been cleaned up.

Jonathan finally agreed that she could go out, but it didn't take long for her to be happy.

When Angelia was about to rest in the evening, she found that there was something more in her

bedroom.

The papers on the bedside, the suit in the closet, and even another pillow on the bed.

Angelia stood in front of the bed and looked at it for a while.

"Steward, where did the things in my bedroom come from?"

Steward smiled and said, "Sir ordered us to bring things here."

"Those are Jonathan's?"

Angelia frowned. "Can't he live in his original room?"

Steward smiled and teased, "No."

Angelia frowned as she looked at the things in the bedroom.

"Steward, you help me move these things back."

Steward was taken aback.

"Where to move back?"

"Jonathan's room."

Jonathan came back late at night with the chill on his coat.

As soon as he walked into the living room, Steward greeted him.

He looked very serious and said, "Sir, the person who investigated Ms. Felix before sent a message

that Ms. Felix did contact Michael Miller a few days before and after the bidding.

Jonathan nodded slightly.

"Keep an eye on them, and if they contact again, tell me in time."

He took off his jacket and asked, "How about the photos?"

When he mentioned this, Steward frowned.

Those photos were cut to pieces, and they were not incomplete.

Because he was worried that there was some important information in the photos, he didn't dare to ask

others, so he had to look at it slowly, and only now he has only collected a corner.

"Not yet completed."

Jonathan didn't seem to be anxious. He was just curious why Angelia cut these photos into pieces.

What was on the picture?

"Try you best. Tell me as soon as you complete."

"Yes sir."

Jonathan looked around, but couldn’t find Angelia.

"Is she asleep?"

After hearing this, his serious face immediately worried.

Seeing Jonathan walking towards Angelia's bedroom, he quickly followed.

"Sir, where are you going?"

"Rest."

Steward spoke very gently. "Sir, your room is over there."

He pointed to the room where Jonathan lived before.

Jonathan frowned.

"Didn't I let people bring things to her room?"

Steward nodded.

"But Miss Hunk asked people to move back again." All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Jonathan's face fell immediately.

"She asked someone to move?"

"Yes."

Jonathan stopped in front of Angelia's room and hesitated for a while.

Just when Steward thought he was going to rush in and quarrel with Angelia, he suddenly turned black

and walked towards his room.

"Tomorrow, bring things again."

After that, he went straight into the bedroom.

When Angelia came back the next day, she saw Steward directing several people to bring things to her

room.

Desk, clothes, pillows...

Even more than yesterday.

When Steward saw her, he answered first without waiting for her to speak.

"This is sir’s order."

"He wants to live here?"

Steward smiled and nodded.

"I think so."

Angelia looked at the things in her room embarrassedly, and said, "Since he wants to live in, then move

my things out and find a guest room."

When Steward heard it, his old face puckered.

He didn't dare to do it, but quietly called Jonathan.

Jonathan who was in a meeting directly answered the phone.

All the managers pretended that they hadn't seen. After Mr. Miller didn't mute his mobile phone in a

meeting, he answered the phone directly now.

They had complicated feelings.

Jonathan couldn't feel their complicated feelings, and after listening to Steward's words, his face fell.

"Where else does she want to sleep?"

Steward said, "Miss Hunk asked us to find a room at random."

Jonathan’s face fell for a long time.

"Have all my things moved in?"

"We are moving. It will be finished soon."

Jonathan said impatiently, "Move out again."

After speaking, he hung up without waiting for Steward’s answer.

When he looked up, the executives and managers of a room looked at him.

Jonathan’s eyes were deep.

"What are you looking at? Continue the meeting."