Chapter 34 If You Drink Any Alcohol Again, You Will Be Locked in the Dark House
Angelia lied on Jonathan's legs comfortably, and she shook off her high heels.
And she even turned over.
Jonathan changed his face immediately, and frowned.
Then he pushed her with his arm.
"Hey." He said.
Angelia didn't have any reaction, and then she buried herself into Jonathan body.
"Claudia Hunk" He said to her again.
Angelia still didn't have any reaction. He gazed at her for a moment and brought his eyes back on his files.
He read for a while but he didn't really analyze them.
He could feel the warm of Angelia while she was breathing.
Jonathan couldn't help eyeing on her.
He tried so many times. Normally, he could read a contract in 5 minutes. But now, ten minutes over, he didn't even one page.
He signed slightly and put the contract down.
The car was crossing the road in the dark and stopped at his home slowly.
The drive came out of the car and waited for a moment, but Jonathan didn't get out.
Normally, he will get out of the car once the car stopped.
But nothing happened in the car.
The driver looked at his watch and worried about him, and then he walked to the car door.
The car door opened before he reached his hands to the handles.
The drive put his hands back watching him coming out of the car.
"Mr. Miller..."
Before the driver finished his words, Jonathan turned back to the car.
Soon, he held Angelia to get out of the car.
The driver was in a great shock which seemed that he didn't believe what he saw, and he just gazing at Jonathan until they left.
Jonathan walked inside his house with a cold face.
The steward came out and welcome him home.
"Mr. Miller, how do you..."
He was in a great astonishment and saw Angelia in his embrace with his eye open wide
Jonathan didn't stop walking and his face was as cold as the ice like he was going to kill anyone.
He was holding Angelia and walking straightly to her bedroom. Then he bent over, and was just about to put her down.
He just let her down on the bed directly.
"Ouch!"
Angelia opened her eyes in a daze, and she saw the one in front, the she slowly sobered up.
"Jonathan Miller?"
Jonathan stood up straight and looked at her.
"If you drink any alcohol again, you will be locked in the dark house!" he said.
He didn't know himself that his tone of speaking seemed like he was teaching a kid.
Angelia sat on the bed, blinked, and slumped back on to the bed, then fell asleep soundly.
Jonathan stood by her bed, staring at her for a while.
He ground his teeth with a dark face. But a while later, he pulled the quilt and put it on her, then he left.
Angelia turned over on her bed and slept soundly.
She woke up at around 11am in the morning the next day.
The sun came through from the window, and she got a headache and a little memory about last night came out.
Micheal gave her a few glasses of champagne and then...
And she remembered that she just sat on the hostess seat, and they almost argued about it.
And then on the way back home, she even lied on Jonathan the whole way.
"How could I lie on such an ice cube, and how could I sleep so soundly?" She thought.
She rubbed her forehead, and she rushed out.
Angelia looked around carefully when she came out from her bedroom.