Destined to Love You

Angelia looked at the necklace on her hand.

It was a silver pedant in hollow heart shape. She couldn't open it since the buckle was locked.

She glanced at the door which Jonathan Miller shut, and then she ran back to her room and kept the necklace carefully.

Seeing that there was no tool in the room, she ran out again, and asked the steward for some tools to repair the cultural relic. Then she sat in front of the desk, checking the necklace with great care.

Her dream was to be a cultural relic restorer, but she didn't have any professional education for that, only by learning by herself online.

If she were not sent to be here, she would be majored in Cultural Relics Identification and Restoration.

But now, she might have missed that chance.

Angelia slowed down her moving, endured the bitterness of what she was having now.

The next day, the steward sent her the tool box.

He said, "You can use the study on the second floor."

Angelia looked at the huge box that all varieties of tools were available.

She said, "The second floor?"

"Yes." the steward replied.

She looked around and found that it was Jonathan's room, but he never came back since the very first day.

Actually, bedroom couldn't be a place for work after all.

She got the necklace back and went upstairs holding with the case.

She was so careful since she had fallen down from the stairs last time.

Got upstairs, turned left, there were so many rooms, but the steward didn't tell her which room was hers.

She thought for a while, and slightly opened the door, and peeked inside through the crack.

She saw someone who sat on his side working in such a big room.

Was that Jonathan?

Angelia hesitated for a second when he turned back glancing the door sharply.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Angelia wanted to sneak out, but he looked at her strictly and said, "Come in".

Then she just pushed the door open standing at the door and holding a case.

She said, "the steward told me that i can work at the study."

Jonathan squinted his eyes and watching her.

He did tell the steward that Angelia could use the study on the second floor. But there were only two studies. What he meant was to let her use the other one, not the one here. Did she come here on purpose? Jonathan thought.

Angelia lowed her head down and stood there hurriedly.

Why he was staring at her in that way?

He was the one who told her to come, wasn't it?

Jonathan stared at her for a while, and then he called the extension.

"Bring a desk to me." He said.

When finished, he looked up and gazed at Angelia

"Come", he said.

Angelia licked her lips nervously and hesitated for a minute.

Her lips turned to be dark red while Jonathan became a little bit dark.

She didn't notice that and felt he must be angry, and then she came over to him immediately.

"Mr. Miller," she said.

Angelia's face is as white as an egg, bright and smooth, with blush on her cheek. Her big round eyes make her more delicate.

Jonathan reached out his hand and put it on the back of her curly hair.

And then slid it down her back, stopped at her waist, pulled her towards to him slightly. Angelia Leaned herself forward and fell on Jonathan uncontrollably. "What are you doing?" Angelia said.

As soon as she said the words, her lips were sealed by Jonathan's lips.

His eyes looked as dark as the cold deep water. He was holding Angelia's waist with one hand while holding up her chin with the other, kissing her on her dark red lips.