Destined to Love You

Chapter 63 A Dog in the Manger

Martin looked at her in surprise.

"You're able to fix it, aren't you?"

How many skills had she mastered?

Cultural relic restorers were more scarce than cultural relics. Moreover, most of them are old men. Why

did she, a young woman, learn to repair cultural relics?

"I enjoy the work."

"But I haven't study it systematically, so I'm afraid I can't repair it well," Angelia said coyly.

"It doesn't matter."

Martin packed up the box and handed it to her.

"It's not expensive. Don't worry about it. And if you fix it, it's me who gets the benefit."

Angelia nodded. Then Martin turned back and took out more than ten boxes from the drawer.

She was shocked and said, "Martin, do they all have to be repaired?"

Martin laughed.

"Take it easy. I know you can't repair so much at once, so I want to know whether they can be

restored."

Angelia caught her breath. If she had to repair all of them, she would finish it next year.

It’s getting late.

Martin left Angelia for dinner then took her home contentedly.

After she got off, Martin was still reluctant to part with her.

"It's a pity that my son has gone on a business trip these days. Or you would be familiar with each

other."

Angelia was helpless. It's the first time she met that father help his son steal other's girlfriend.

"There's no need because I have to repair this porcelain bowl. I may not have time to do other things."

Martin was happy again, when she mentioned it.

"I know. Take your time, I'm not in a hurry."

It's not easy to send Martin away. Then Angelia turned around and walked home.

She entered the porch, and the living room was dark with no lights on.

She was surprised because it's just 9 p.m.

Where was Steward?

Angelia entered the room in the dark.

"Where did you go?"

A cold voice of anger suddenly appeared in the dark. As soon as he opened his mouth, the air around

him condensed.

Angelia was scared and turned back quickly. In the dark, she saw a figure on the sofa.

"Jonathan?"

The man in the dark suddenly stood up, especially big in the dark.

He gnashed his teeth and said, "Do you remember what I told you?"

"Stay put. But I just went to Martin's home."

Jonathan stepped forward and stood here face to face.

"Do you want to quibble? Who did you meet? Did you eat together?"

He gripped her hands.

"What have you done?"

Angelia pulled by him nearly lost her footing. The box in her hands almost dropped out.

"Release me! The box is going to fall off!"

Jonathan looked down and saw Angelia holding a box. Then he grabbed it angrily.

"What is this? He gave you a present the first time you met, didn't he?"

Angelia was startled and afraid that he would drop the box on the ground.

That bowl has been broken into several pieces. If he fell again, there was no way to fix.

"Jonathan! Give it back to me!"

Jonathan was more and more angry and opened the lid directly.

He was stunned to see the fragments of the porcelain bowl in it.

"Broken bowl? The present?"

Angelia quickly grabbed the box back.

"This is the bowl I promised Martin to mend for him."

Jonathan frowned and didn't loose her arm.

"Where's Martin's son?"

Angelia checked the pieces in the box. Seeing that there was no additional damage, and then she said,

"he's on a business trip. Not at home."

Jonathan was stunned and then relieved.

But after a while, he turned angry again.

"Why did you run around today?"

Angelia looked up at him.

"What did you want to see me about?"

Jonathan thought of the bunch of roses which left in the garbage can.

There was a long silence.

He couldn't open his mouth at all. Looking for her is to compensate her for the things happened in the

morning and wanted to invite her to dinner. Also, he wanted to give her that bunch of flowers.

Jonathan was upset, so he casually found a reason.

"Angela Felix was in hospital. I hoped you can visit her."

So it was.

Angelia, who had some expectations, calmed down.

"I won't go."

After rejecting him, she went straight back to the bedroom.

Jonathan stood here, and the expression on his face was obscure.

His cell phone rang abruptly in the dark.

He took it out to see that it was a call from the hospital.

He frowned and finally answered the call.

"Hello."

The nurse's anxious voice came over the phone.

"Mr. Miller, Miss Felix didn't cooperate with the treatment and insist on leaving the hospital. We couldn't

stop her at all."

Jonathan pinched his eyebrows implied she caused him headache.

"Let her out of the hospital." Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Angela was just a calf bruise, there was no need to be hospitalized.

"But she said she wanted to see you."

Jonathan slowly exhaled a breath and suppressed his irritability.

"I'll come to the hospital right now."

The next day, As soon as Angelia got up, she felt something different.

Usually at this time, she could hear the gardener weeding outside. But it's very quiet outside today.

She went downstairs doubtfully. Before she arrived, she heard someone talking in the living room.

"Tell the gardener to weed at another time later. It's so noisy that I can't have a good rest."

After Angelia went downstairs, she saw Angela sitting on the sofa. With gauze around one leg, she

directed the housekeeper and the cook.

"Isn't breakfast ready yet? I'm starving to death."

"Where's my juice? Have you squeezed it yet?"

The servants were bustling about in disorder under her command.

In just one night, the layout of the living room changed.

"What happened?"

Angela glanced at her and took a sip of juice.

"The layout of the room was not elegant, so I ordered them to change overnight."

Angelia frowned. Seeing Steward's sad face, she told him to stop this work.

"Why are you in the house?"

Angela stood up and gave her a proud glance.

It was Jonathan who cared about my injury and inconvenient living alone, so let me move in and take

care of me."

After that, she asked the cook to help her to the dining room.

Angelia looked at her leg.

"Isn't it just bruises?"

"Yes, but Jonathan feel sorry for me. I'm just a little hurt, and he arrange too many people catering to

me."

Angelia saw Angela ordering the cook to take food for her, so she turned to ask the housekeeper.

"Where's Jonathan?"

"He has gone to the company."

The housekeeper sighed. Now he finally knew what the gap between the heaven and the earth was.

Just in this morning, his old bones were falling apart.

In contrast, Miss Hunk was really gentle and kind hostess.

Angelia did not speak and sat down opposite Angela quietly.

Angela glanced at her.

"Hey. Pass me the water."

Angelia ignored her.

Bang!

Angela kicked the table.

Angelia's action paused for a moment and picked up the water cup next to her.

Angelia smiled with satisfaction and reached out her hand.

"Give me."

Angelia stared at her and handed the cup to her mouth. Drunk it all.

"I'm full."

She wiped her mouth. Then stood up and turned away.