Destined to Love You

Chapter 12 Antiques Restorer

Angelia sat on the sofa for a while, and the housekeeper suddenly came in.

“Miss Hunk, Mr. Miller asked you to go to the study.”

Just hearing Jonathan's name, Angelia's body trembled.

But thinking of her agreement with Randall, she could only struggle to stand up.

In the huge study, Jonathan stood in front of the window.

Outside the window were continuous mountain and vast forest. The man's back was very broad with

great aggression.

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and his sharp eyes swept over her.

Angelia looked down slightly and stood in place.

Jonathan chuckled.

“It seems that your father have taught you well.

Angelia clenched her fist.

“Mr. Miller, what can I do for you?”

Jonathan stared at her. The woman in front of him was holding her hands tightly and her face became

a little white.

“Are you afraid of me?”

“No.” Angelia answered hurriedly.

Jonathan frowned and raised her face.

“Talk while look at me.”

Angelia’s eyes turned, and finally stopped on Jonathan's face.

The dark pupils, bright like the light on the water, reflected Jonathan's appearance.

Jonathan's felt a leap of his heart and he could not help approaching her a little bit. Although he knew

that all these were her pretending to be, he was attracted involuntarily.

Inside her dark eyes were falling stars, as if were to absorb him.

Jonathan was getting her closer and closer…

“Mr. Miller!” Angelia suddenly spoke.

Jonathan's movement stopped abruptly. They were very close, almost press their lips together. He

could even smell the faint fragrance from Angelia's body, which was refreshing.

‘What's wrong with him?’

Jonathan frowned. He pushed Angelia away quickly, like dodging beasts!

He turned his back to her.

“Go back! I don't want to see you now.”

‘He was the one who was willing to see her, and he is also the one who is unwilling want to see her.’

‘But it’s better to be unwilling to see her.’

Angelia turned her head without hesitation and left.

After several minutes, Jonathan found that there was no sound behind him. He turned around and had

a look, only to find that she had left for a while.

Be gone?

Jonathan suddenly got angry.

‘Ask her to go and then she really goes?’

‘This woman was still very obedient!’

He narrowed his eyes and reached for the house phone on the table.

“Truman! I need to go to the company!”

Angelia came out of the study and was soon attracted by the antique paintings in the corridor.

“Isn't it Webster’s painting? And Laer’s, Douggs’...”

She walked along, and her vision continued to be attracted by the paintings on the wall.

The deeper she went in, the more shocked she was!

There are more than ten paintings on the corridor, some of which had been fired up to billions of dollars

in the outside world, some of which were worthless. But without exception, all of which survived from

the last century.

Angelia walked down the corridor. When she passed the living room, her eyes suddenly stopped on the

table in the corner of the living room.

Her eyes widened.

She hurriedly walked past, bent down, and carefully observed the emerald paperweight, which seemed

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The green paperweight was carved from a whole piece of jade. There was a green lifelike dragon, as if

it would fly into the heaven at any time.

Angelia carefully picked up the paperweight on the table and observed it with widening eyes.

She liked to study all kinds of antiques, and her dream was to become an antiques restorer.