Destined to Love You

Chapter 61 My Son is Better than Jonathan Miller

Martin watched Angelia Wilson in front of him with satisfaction, and the more he watched, the more

satisfied he was.

He sighted and said "What a pity."

Harper and Thomson Miller turned their heads, "A pity? "

Martin hesitated for a moment, and said in embarrassment, "it's a pity that Angelia is married. If not,

she could be my daughter-in-law. You know, my son is excellent."

He held Angelia's hands and talked continuously.

"My son who takes charge of all the affairs of the Martins is just 28 years old, and he is kind and gentle.

You two must be a good fit. Can I arrange a chance for you to meet in the future?"

Harper saw Thomson's face turn green, so interrupted Martin quickly.

"Don't make the joke! Angelia is married. Do you expect her to have a bad life?"

Martin snorted.

"Jonathan Miller dislikes she, but a large number of people around me are eager to date her. My son is

much better than him!"

People present knew what he meant when they heard the words.

Messy rumors about Jonathan spread all over the place, so people accused him and took pity on

Angelia.

Jonathan was preparing to walk into. Suddenly, he heard the words, then his face looked serious.

He was standing here, but other people in front of him planned to break his marriage.

He stepped into and went straight to Angelia's side. Then he put his arms around her waist as if he had

sworn that she was his.

Angelia looked at him in surprise.

"Jonathan?"

Jonathan looked at Martin coldly, and the two fought in sight.

After a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Martin."

"Humph!"

Martin snorted coldly. Property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

"Go back, some people are such a wet blanket!" He shook hands and turned to leave. Then he said,

"Angelia, I'll pick you up in a few days."

As soon as Martin left, the others followed him in droves.

Angelia went out and sent them away. She found quite a few people were still in the banqueting hall

when she returned.

As the host of the party, she could leave while everyone had left.

But the overload works these days had made her body tired to the peak.

Angelia yawned with sleepiness, so she found a corner and sat down to relax.

In Thomson's study room.

Jonathan coldly looked at Thomson in front of him, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"what do you want to say?"

Although Thomson knew Jonathan hated him, he was still shocked every time he saw Jonathan's cold

eyes.

He lowered his voice and asked directly, "what's the relationship between you and Angela Felix?"

"She's my friend."

Thomson didn't believe it at all. Judging from their performance today, they were not friends.

He snorted coldly and said, "Is she your lover?"

Jonathan's sight immediately cooled down, like an ice cave.

He raised his mouth in sneer.

"I'm not you."

Thomson's eyes narrowed instantly and his face looked pale.

"I don't care who she is. But you must know that you are married! Are you still single? Do you know

how hard it is to be accused by other people outside? "

Jonathan didn't answer and his father didn't know whether he was listening.

Thomson felt guilty about Jonathan, so he couldn't do anything about him.

After a while, he sighed.

"Although your marriage was formed in a hurry, but you should realize that she is a good girl. If you

don't sustain this marriage, you will regret it later!"

"Does your performance end now?" Jonathan spoke faintly.

Thomson was stunned for a moment, choked by him and looked angry.

Jonathan turned directly and walked towards the door.

As soon as he got to the door, he stopped.

"You have no right to give me a lesson. "

Thomson watched him walking out. His strength disappeared in an instant, only leaving chagrin and

regret.

Jonathan left the study room and headed for the banquet hall.

Almost all the people left except a few young people.

As soon as he arrived, Angela stopped dancing and immediately walked towards him with smile.

"Jonathan, where have you been?"

She took his hand to the dance floor.

"Dance with me."

Jonathan looked around absent-mindedly. When he saw Angelia, who was leaning against the corner,

he stopped walking.

He brushed Angela's hands.

"I have something to do. Go and play on your own."

Angela followed his sight and saw Angelia. She understood what he said Immediately. Then her smile

disappeared.

But she smiled again soon.

"No, I suddenly felt tired. Jonathan, please send me back. I want to stay with you."

She shook Jonathan's arm and winked at him.

Recently, once she did this, Jonathan would certainly promise any request she asked.

But today, Jonathan kept silent.

"I'll send a driver to take you back."

Angela was stunned. Before she reacted, Jonathan turned and walked towards Angelia.

She tried to caught up him. But the driver came to pick her up, when she got close.

She gave Angelia a hard stare, and swore at her. Then she turned away reluctantly.

Jonathan approached and found Angelia leaning against the wall with her eyes closed. He was a little

surprised that she fell asleep here.

What a fool. No one except her would overexert herself.

Jonathan frowned slightly with worried.

Angelia had a sweet sleep. And the atmosphere around her seemed to be warm and romantic.

As soon as he strolled over to her, the noisy music in the banquet hall seemed to be virtually cut off.

Jonathan had some special feelings about the scene, so he sat down near her.

Angelia didn't notice what happened. She was so sleepy that she couldn't open her eyes after

overwork.

Soon she lost her focus of balance and finally leaned against Jonathan's shoulder.

Jonathan suddenly froze. Then he relaxed to make her sleep more comfortable.

He turned his head and saw that Angelia was sleeping deeply with a slight blush on her cheek.

The manager of the kitchen, who had finished work, came in a hurry.

"Miss Hunk, the kitchen…"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Jonathan stopped him immediately with a sharp sight.

The man was startled and closed his mouth.

Jonathan made a gesture to let the man show him the account.

He skimmed through the account and made marks on it. Finally, Jonathan told them to get off work.

The man nodded. When he was at the door, he looked back at the two who were leaning against each

other.

Who said that Mr. Miller didn't like his wife?

He didn't believe it at all.

When Angelia woke up next day, she found herself lying in her bedroom.

She had no memory of how the dinner which held last night ended.

She went downstairs. The housekeeper was preparing breakfast.

Angelia went to the housekeeper with doubts.

"Steward, do you know how I came back last night?"

The housekeeper laughed and looked happy.

"It was your husband who held you back."

Angelia was incredulous.

"My husband?"

"How is it possible?"

Steward nodded in affirmation.

Angelia drunk a sip of porridge and found she couldn't remember what happened last night.

She never thought that Jonathan would send her back.

Maybe he is ashamed that I fell asleep there.

Angelia smiled bitterly. She knew Jonathan's character very well.