Destined to Love You

Chapter 89 As If I Have Lost My Darling

Her mind was in a vortex of mess, as if all the thread had fallen off its ball.

Angelia couldn’t find out which one was the entrance.

The night was getting late.

But within the dark room, there was no difference between night and daytime.

Angelia didn’t have any urge to sleep, her neurons were all tensed up, and fear was overcoming her

body.

She buried her head in her knees as her shoulders could be seen trembling every now and then, and a

silent cry could be heard.

Outside the door.

Jonathan couldn’t figure out why he had come here.

This girl had deceived him.

But she was all he could think of at the moment.

The bodyguard who was standing by the door peered at Jonathan, as he was already standing there

doing nothing for twenty minutes.

“Sir, do you want to enter?”

“No!”

Jonathan swiftly answered.

He glanced at the door to the room and tried his hardest to avert his gaze from it.

He would not be able to sleep once he got back to his room anyway.

Angelia’s voice filled his ears from time to time.

Even the steward had said that it was not her doing.

But the one who could enter the study and get the document and handed it over to Michael, could only

be her.

The truth was right in front of his eyes, how could he believe in her?

Jonathan stood up in frustration and came to the study.

He suddenly recalled Angelia’s words.

She had mentioned that she had taken a fake document.

What fake document was she talking about?

Could it be…

Jonathan was shocked to his core as he immediately checked the desk.

The bidding event this time was paramount, Truman had been bringing along with him a few projects

planned by other managers.

But due to the constraint in budgeting and the flaws in the plan, they were all rejected by Jonathan.

He had left them on the desk for the time being, but at the moment, everything was missing!

He looked through every nook and cranny of the desk but nothing could be found.

A silent fear slowly gripped Jonathan from within his heart.

Angelia’s argumentative voice once again danced beside his ears.

He clenched his fists and stopped himself from thinking too much while he took big strides towards the

outside of the study.

It was late night, and someone was knocking on the door to the steward’s room.

The steward was still worrying about Angelia so he couldn’t fall asleep just yet. He rushed over to open NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

the door, but Jonathan was the one who was standing at the door.

An unprecedented fear was painted all across his face!

“Have you let anybody tidy up the study before?”

The steward was stunned momentarily.

Jonathan shouted this time, “Did you lay your hands on those projects on the table?”

The steward was completely shocked as he shook his head fervently.

“No, sir, you have instructed clearly that without your permission, nobody is allowed to enter the study.”

Jonathan looked perplexed, as if he was just hit by lightning.

“She didn’t take it… what she had taken was a fake…”

“It’s a fake…”

He took a few steps back nervously, and then he turned around and headed in the direction of the end

of the corridor in a nervous pace.

The steward watched him in aghast.

He had been following his master for more than ten years, and this was the first time he had seen him

looking so flustered.

It was as if he had lost his darling…

Jonathan arrived at the black house anxiously, and he stopped dead at the door.

He struggled to raise his hand.

He was someone who could venture into great danger without blinking.

But at this moment, he discovered himself to be sorely lacking in courage to open this door.

He couldn’t bring himself to do this.

He was really frightened.

The bodyguard who was standing by the door asked in a tiny voice, “Sir?”

“Open the door.” Jonathan’s voice was low.

The bodyguard immediately came forward, and he instantly felt a tinge of regret.

“No, I’ll do it myself.”

He was going to bring her out himself.

The door was flung open, and rays of light poured into the dark room.

Jonathan only took a peek, but he could feel an indescribable pain in his heart.

Someone was curling up at one corner, and that figure was slightly trembling accompanied with a

suppressed sound of crying.

She was crying…

Jonathan felt that his throat was being strangled by a hand, as if all the air within him was being

snatched away. He felt short of breath at one moment.

Angelia didn’t seem to realize that someone had entered the room, she was still curled up into a ball,

like a child who was traumatized.

“Claudia Hunk.”

Jonathan let out a weak cry, and his voice was so tiny that it was almost inaudible.

It was as if he was afraid of scaring her.

Angelia remained motionless.

Just when Jonathan had thought that she had not heard him, she gradually raised her head, her gaze

was blunt as she stared at him blankly.

Jonathan was petrified by her gaze, and his fingers were even shaking now.

“Are- are you here to scold me?”

She asked carefully.

Jonathan knitted his brows, a sense of pity crept up into his eyes.

He removed his jacket and put it on her carefully.

He had difficulty in replying, “No.”

Angelia still remained motionless.

“Jonathan…”

“Yes.”

He carried her up into his arms, as if he was carrying a fragile yet precious treasure.

Every step that he tool, he was extra vigilant.

“I did not take it…”

Her voice was tiny, like the cry of a newly born animal.

Jonathan felt so heartbroken that he was almost choking on his breath.

“I know.”

Angelia carefully stretched her hand and tugged at his shirt.

“Jonathan…”

“I’m scared of the dark…”

The tears welling up in Jonathan’s eyes almost broke free at this moment.

He lowered his head, and planted a soft kiss on Angelia’s forehead.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

He walked towards the outside while carrying her. He wanted to exert some strength but he was afraid

she would be hurt.

He put her down on the bed with care.

When he was about to move, Angelia grasped his shirt tightly.

“It is so dark.”

There was no lighting in the room, Angelia widened her pupils and scanned her surroundings

cautiously.

Jonathan put his hands on her.

He spoke in a gentle voice which was new to him, “I’ll go switch on the lights, alright?”

Angelia was still immobile, as her grip on his shirt did not loosen.

Jonathan did not move, instead he carried her into his arms again and walked towards the switch of the

light.

He stopped by the wall and lowered his head to kiss her on her forehead.

The kiss was so gentle as if a feather had just brushed against her forehead.

“You will turn on the light, alright?”

After a pause, Angelia only extended her hand carefully, and pressed on the switch on the wall.

With a slight sound, light suddenly appeared in the room.

Jonathan continued carrying her while heading towards another switch.

“Go on.” He kissed her forehead again.

Jonathan waited until all the light in the room had been switched on before putting her down on the bed

again.

He did not withdraw his shirt from Angelia’s grip, rather he simply lied down beside her.

Angelia curled up in his embrace but her eyes were widened.

Jonathan put his hands on her waist while caressing her long hair, trying to console her.

He lowered his head and kissed Angelia’s forehead once again.

“Have some rest, alright?”

Angelia still did not manage to shut her eyes.

Jonathan covered her eyes with his palms.

After realizing a blanket of darkness overwhelming her, she begun to struggle again.

Jonathan leaned towards her, and touched her forehead with his.

“Don’t be afraid, the light in the room will never be turned off, and I’ll always be here.”

“When you open your eyes, you can see me.”

Angelia still seemed reluctant.

Jonathan patiently coaxed her.

“Good girl, you’re tired.”

Angelia finally started to relax, and in a short time, she sunk into a deep sleep.

Jonathan stared at the girl in his arms, countless regret and hatred threatened to overwhelm him.

He carried her gently.

“I’m sorry, it’s my fault.”

“I’m sorry…”