Destined to Love You

"Go to sleep."

Angelia said, "I'm not sleepy."

She had slept all day. How could she still sleep?

Jonathan also didn't force her and took off his coat immediately.

Then he began to take off the shirt.

Angelia looked at him suspiciously.

"What are you doing?"

"I will sleep with you."

Angelia was stunned.

"Do not you have to work?"

Jonathan took off his clothes without speaking.

Angelia understood, and lay back.

"I'm going to bed now. You should go to the company."

Jonathan stopped pulling his tie. He looked a little regretful.

He looked at Angelia and called Aurelia.

"Aurelia, cook the soup at noon."

"Yes, sir."

"Don't let her get out of bed and run around."

"Yes, sir."

Jonathan gave a few words before finally leaving.

When he left the house, the cook turned her head and looked at Angelia with a smile.

"Miss, sir really cares about you."

Angelia shook her head and looked unhappy.

"He is guilty because he misunderstood me."

The cook also knew that Angelia was locked in small dark room yesterday. She sighed.

"Since I entered the castle, I have never seen he really cares about someone."

Angelia didn't answer, but instead said, "Aurelia, when Jonathan comes back, tell him not to humor me because of guilt. I'm not used to it." After speaking, she lay down and turned around.

In the evening, Jonathan left work early again in everyone's surprised eyes.

As soon as he returned to the castle, he heard this word from the cook.

He was silent for a while.

The cook was worried that he would be angry, and quickly explained, "Miss Hunk may be frightened, so..."

Before she finished speaking, Jonathan asked, "Did she drink the soup?"

The cook was startled. He changed the topic suddenly that she couldn't react.

"Yes..."

Jonathan asked again, "Had she ever gone out?"

"No, she has been resting in bed."

Jonathan nodded in satisfaction, and said, "Is the soup for dinner ready?"

The cook nodded.

"Give me."

The cook was hesitant.

"But..."

Jonathan glanced back at her. The cook hurriedly went to the kitchen to bring out the soup and handed it to him.

The wolfberry black-bone chicken soup that had been simmered for six hours smelled delicious. When Jonathan walked into the bedroom with it, Angelia was reading.

In fact, she could not sleep for a long time, but if she got out of bed, the cook would be unhappy.

Angelia had no choice but to bring a book and read it on the bed.

When Jonathan came in, the wind was blowing outside the window.

The wind came in through the gap and blew Angelia's long hair.

Jonathan felt warm and walked over.

"When will you let me go to school?" Angelia saw him come in and looked up at him.

Jonathan insisted on feeding her rice and soup.

He found that he seemed to enjoy doing this thing.

"You need rest."

Angelia frowned.

"Are you shutting me up again?"

Jonathan's movements stopped, and a wrinkle appeared between his brows.

"No," he whispered.

Angelia said, "But I want to go to school."

Jonathan lowered his voice.

"I have taken two days off for you. You should have a rest for a few days before going back."

"I want to live in dormitory."

"No way!"

When Jonathan heard that she mentioned it again, he immediately refused and stood up excitedly.

Angelia didn't speak anymore.

Jonathan was silent for a long while before finally sitting down again.

"Drink the soup first."

He blew on the soup and brought it to Angelia's mouth, as if it was something more important than anything.

Angelia didn't understand what Jonathan was thinking.

For two consecutive days, he arrived home on time every day and took over the job of feeding her.

In a few days, Angelia had never done anything.

Even at noon, Jonathan would come back from the company deliberately just to feed her.

When she saw Jonathan come in again with soup and food, Angelia felt that it couldn't go on like this.

"Actually, you don't need to feel guilty. I'm really fine."

But Jonathan said, "Do you think I am guilty?"

Angelia looked at him.

Overnight, his attitude changed a lot, and only this reason could explain it.

Jonathan pressed his thin lips tightly, but didn't know how to speak.

After the meal, Angelia still said, "You don't have to do this in the future. I'm fine."

"I'm not guilty." nathan said suddenly.

Angelia looked up at him.

There was a trace of calmness in her eyes.

But it was her eyes that reminded him of the things he had done to her before.

He stretched out his hand and covered her eyes.

He didn't even dare to take another look.

"I will treat you better, better than anyone else."

The deep voice seemed to be filled with love.

Angelia trembled in her heart, but did not move.

"What about Angela?"

Jonathan said nothing. Angelia said again, "And the one you have waited for twelve years?"

"You know this?"

Angelia raised her hand and pulled away the hand covering her eyes.

"Jonathan, what kept you waiting for twelve years?"

Jonathan looked at her clear eyes, opened his mouth, and his throat became dry.

"Because I once met an angel."

There was a deep love in her voice, but Angelia felt a pain in her heart.

She remembered what Angela had said in the small dark room before.

"Do you think that person is Angela?"

"It can only be her."

Although he had doubts, no matter how he investigated, there was only Angela who matched the age, name, and location.

So he only believed.

"I know......"

Late at night.

Jonathan had just returned from the company.

Although he can complete the work by compressing the time and leave work early.

But some activities could not be dismissed. By the time he came back, it was already over ten o'clock in the evening.

When he got off the car, he saw the entire castle in darkness.

"What happened?"

The steward said, "The nearby circuit was overhauled and the electricity is off."

"The electricity is off?"

Jonathan paused and raised his head. His eyes were sharp.

"What about her?"

The steward was stunned and said, "Miss Hunk said she's going to rest."

Jonathan's eyes were deep, and he glanced worriedly at the direction of Angelia's room.

It was dark.

She said that she was afraid of the darkness.

Jonathan suddenly became anxious. He walked in quickly, walked directly through the living room and went upstairs, and then came to Angelia's room.

He knocked on the door.

"Are you asleep?"

There was no sound in the room.

Jonathan frowned and knocked again. His voice was more urgent.

"Claudia? Answer me!"

There was still no sound at all.

With a trace of panic on Jonathan's face, he slammed the door hard and kicked it open.

The log door hit the wall and bounced back.

Jonathan raised his hand and pressed it back, and walked into the room quickly.

The window in the bedroom was opened, and a faint moonlight shone in from outside.

Under the faint light, Jonathan saw that a person huddled under a quilt.