Destined to Love You

"Are you going to teach me?"

Angela looked at him in disbelief.

But Jonathan didn't have any facial expressions.

"I just don't want you to embarrass the Millers." He said.

His long and slim fingers stopped in front of Angela like waiting someone to hold them.

However, Angela didn't move at all.

Jonathan waited for a few seconds and held her hands impatiently.

"My time is invaluable." he said.

Then he pulled Angela by force and put his hand around her waist.

He could feel her curvy body shape even though he just touched her with her clothes.

Jonathan slightly raised his head, and his eyes were over her top of head.

"I think I can learn by myself." Angelia said.

She pushed him away.

"Learn by yourself?"

Jonathan gave a brittle laugh

"We don't have to waste time here if you, Miss Hunks, know any of these ballroom dance."

Then he lowered his head and glanced at her with proud.

Angelia frowned and replied, "If you think it is waste of time, then you don't need to teach me."

"Do you think you can learn it in four hours?"

"..."

Jonathan assured that she couldn't learn it on her own.

Angelia slightly lowered her head, and she did fail to learn it by herself.

She was so confused and annoyed when she just spent a while on it.

She could have done any research on the antiques the whole day, and even half a month repairing the culture relics.

But she couldn't figure a way out to dance.

Jonathan got her mind right away and smiled.

"You know exactly you can't do that yourself, then just follow me."

The melody of piano was on.

Angelia put one of her hand in Jonathan's palm and the other on his shoulder.

His dancing was perfect, and elegant, but not his voice, which was very cold.

Angelia had to move once every time he gave an instruction.

"Right foot down, knee up and then stretch your left foot. Step back, and end with left heel..."

Angelia followed him very well but he just stopped talking, then she looked at him confusedly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Jonathan looked down at her slightly, and moved his hand on her waist.

Bang! He slapped at her butt.

"Stand straight!" he said.

Angelia opened her eyes wide and almost jumped up.

"You!" she shouted.

Jonathan kept giving his instructions.

"Go on. Raise your hands, turn around."

Angelia turned around with him, but she stepped on his foot.

"Sorry!"

She jumped away immediately, and looked up at Jonathan nervously.

Jonathan looked at her and frowned a little bit.

"You..." he paused a bit and removed his eyes on her.

"This is the first time." he counted.

It was six o'clock in the afternoon. The sun light came from the east to west, and the sky became darker.

The steward opened his pocket watch, and came to Angelia's bedroom according to the plan.

Then he heard a burst of noise coming from her bedroom.

"Oh, I'm so sorry! Are you OK?"

"This is the twelfth times."

"Yes..."

Not for a while, it just came out with the same noise.

"Really sorry! Is that hurt?"

Jonathan was calm in his voice which seemed he already got used to it.

"The thirteenth times".

The steward stood in front of the gate and hesitated for a while then knocked the door.

When pushing the door open, he could hear the gentle tones of music.

The steward lowered his head and didn't dare to look at them.

"Mr. Miller, we should set out to the banquet."

Jonathan turned back with a cold face.

The steward still kept his head down, but he could feel the coldness.

No one would be happy at all if they were trampled for over ten times. Not to mention Mr. Miller.

Jonathan came out without expression.

"I will get changed first."

Angelia looked downed and found out that his shoes were so dirty all because of her.

She was so guilty and wanted to go with him.

The steward stopped her way and said,

"Miss Hunks, please get prepared."