Destined to Love You

Chapter 100 My Little Curly Top

Jonathan held Angelia and returned to the castle.

As soon as he entered the door, Steward and Aurelia greeted him.

They were taken aback by Angelia's appearance.

"Miss..."

Steward opened his mouth, but didn't know what to ask first.

Jonathan didn't stop but walked upstairs directly holding her.

Angelia was taken into the bathroom and put in the bathtub by him.

Instantly, she was surrounded by warm water with a strong sense of safety.

But she kept stubbornly pulled his clothes and refused to let go.

In order to accommodate her, Jonathan squatted down beside the bathtub with an awkward gesture.

"Do you want me to help you?" His voice was soft as a swan feather.

Angelia shook her head.

"I can do that."

Even so, she kept pulling Jonathan's clothes with her hand.

Jonathan smiled slowly with gentleness in his eyes.

Only then did Angelia slowly retract her hand.

"I'm waiting for you outside."

Finishing that, Jonathan stood up to go out but suddenly bent down to kiss Angelia on the forehead

before leaving.

The bathroom door was closed.

Angelia slowly calmed down after sitting for a while.

At this moment, Angela, who was sent to the hospital, was furious!

Angela swept the things on the doctor's desk to the floor.

"What are you talking about? I said heal me! Can’t you do that?"

The doctor felt awkward. If the person in front of him hadn't been sent by Mr. Miller, he would have

called the security to take her out.

"Miss Felix, the injury on your face has been dressed and the bleeding has been stopped..."

"I want to be cured, not just stopping the bleeding!" Angela yelled hysterically.

The doctor said, "But the injury on your face is too big. Even if it is cured, there would be scars..."

These words immediately stung Angela's nerves, and she rushed over, staring at him with wide eyes,

as if she was about to kill him.

"Aren't you a doctor? Can't you even treat such small injury? Believe it or not, I will smash this hospital

today!"

"Ms. Felix, we really have no way. Scars will be left anyway at current level of medical technology."

"I do not believe!"

Angela turned her head. Her face was covered with a piece of gauze.

"Truman! Tell Jonathan that all of the doctors of this hospital are incapable! I want the best doctor! My

face must be cured!"

Truman stood calmly behind her.

"Ms. Felix, you should go to rest. I will contact hospital for you."

Angela raised her head and looked around.

"Where is Jonathan? Why doesn't he come to see me?"

Truman was about to say something, but Angela suddenly yelled.

"Is he with that bitch? A bastard! It is she who put me in a bind! Why not kill her?"

"Kill her!"

Truman frowned and said, "Miss Felix, please show respect to Mrs. Miller."

"Mrs. Miller? What kind of Mrs. Miller is she?"

Angela sneered.

She clenched her teeth, annoyed and sad.

After cursing, she held Truman's hand pitifully.

"Could you please call Jonathan over? It is obvious that I am one who is injured. Why does he stay with

that woman?"

Truman nodded.

Angela breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to the ward again.

Within a few minutes, Truman came back again.

Angela looked behind him.

"Where's Jonathan?"

Truman said, "Mr. Miller asked me to ask you, why there was a steel bar that held the door in Zach's

rental house?

Angela's face changed suddenly.

"I... how do I know? I ran out as soon as I got out. I didn't know what was going on inside."

Truman looked at her coldly.

"I have notified Mr. Miller, but whether he will see you or not is not certain."

After speaking, he turned and left.

Angela turned around quickly.

"What do you mean?"

But Truman walked out without looking back.

"You come back!"

Angela grabbed the pillow on the bed and threw it over, but only slammed it on the door.

She crawled on the bed angrily, gritting her teeth and her eyes full of hatred.

"Angelia!"

Waiting at the door, Jonathan listened to the sound of water coming from the bathroom behind him and

felt more stable than ever.

Just thinking about it, Steward walked in from outside.

"Sir."

As soon as he spoke, Jonathan waved his hand to make him keep his voice down.

Steward immediately lowered his voice.

"They sent Zach over."

Jonathan slightly narrowed his cold eyes filled with murderous intent.

"Put him into the basement."

Steward nodded and said, "The injury on his body..."

"Just let it go. Don't let him die now."

Just as he spoke, the sound of water stopped behind him.

Jonathan's face changed slightly, and then he waved his hand to let Steward leave.

After a while, Angelia walked out of the bathroom.

She was wrapped in a bath towel. Her fluffy and curly hair was tied into a bun, and her eyes wet.

Her skin was reddened by the heat, and the sideburns were still dripping.

She walked out. To her surprise, Jonathan really waited for her outside the bathroom.

She was in a daze at first sight.

Jonathan looked back at her slightly flushed face, but his eyes focused on her left cheek.

The four bright red scratches on the smooth white cheeks became more eye-catching after being

soaked in hot water.

He didn’t notice that when he took Angelia home.

He frowned.

"There are scratches on your face."

Jonathan reached out to gently touch her face, a fierce look coming into his eyes.

"Zach did it?"

Angelia shook her head.

"No."

"Did Angela?"

Angelia did not speak, but Jonathan had already guessed what was going on.

With eyes slightly hardening, he raised his hand to wipe the water vapor between Angelia's brows.

"It seems that I have to tie you to my hands next time to rest assured."

He untied the hair ring on for her, and then her drenched long hair fell down.

Jonathan put the towel on her head and carefully wiped it off for her.

The fluffy curls became a mess of tangles when they got wet, and couldn't straighten out for a long

time.

Jonathan carefully dried and straightened it out for her, frowning.

And teased out the knots in her hair more serious than Angelia. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

But he was a little abrupt.

It was too painful for Angelia to bear it any longer.

"Ouch--" She took a breath.

Jonathan stopped and looked at her.

Angelia scratched where it hurt by him.

"You hurt me... I'll do it by myself."

Jonathan pressed her head persistently, insisting on combing her hair.

"It will be fine when you get used to it."

Angelia was beyond tears. Finally her fluffy hair was straightened out, but it made her looked like a lion.

There were also a lot of broken hair that were quietly and forcibly torn apart by Jonathan.

He quietly put away the broken hair and touched Angelia’s curls, very satisfied.

"It's better now."