Destined to Love You

Chapter 8 You Stupid Woman

Angelia had been stunned at that moment, and then struggled fiercely for the next second.

Jonathan held her down with his hands.

“Why are you still pretending? Didn't you enjoy it until just now?”

“No! I don't want it! Let me go!”

Jonathan frowned tightly. If she just played hard to get, it was kind of appeal. But if she did it all the

time, it would be intolerable.

He loosened his hands and threw the person in his arms into the bathtub. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

The overwhelming hot water submerged Angelia at once. She choked several mouthfuls in a row,

hands waving around which was trying to grasp something to rely on.

The bathtub was horribly big and smooth. She couldn't stand stably and kept falling into the water.

“Help... Help me...”

As her hands suddenly caught something, Angelia quickly clung to it and firmly grasped it. When she

surfaced, she still looked down with lingering fear.

“You have too many flaws.”

A deep male voice was heard overhead.

Angelia looked up abruptly. As soon as she saw Jonathan's face, she let go quickly because was

frightened and fell into the water again.

Jonathan frowned, looking at the woman who fell into the water was still struggling. After choking for a

few more water, she still refused to ask for his help.

He looked at her angrily.

‘Ok. If you want to die, no one will stop you!’

Jonathan clenched his fist.

The person in the water tried to step on the bathtub, but she slipped again, directly fell into the water

again and struggled desperately.

She was almost drowning…

Jonathan suddenly lifted Angelia out of the water.

“You stupid woman!”

Angelia held the edge of the bathtub and gasped heavily. With the fear of dying coming to her mind

again, her face became bloodless.

After a while, when she looked up again, Jonathan was gone.

Angelia took a breath of relief and slowly climbed out of the bathtub, lying on the ground to rest.

She washed her body again. All of her clothes were already wet and could not be worn any more.

Angelia had to walk out in a bathrobe.

When she went out, she saw a suit of clothes on the chair.

She picked it up. It was a long white dress.

After she changed her clothes and walked out of the room. A person who was waiting outside bowed

his head and said, “Miss Hunk, Mr. Miller is waiting for you in the study.”

Angelia pursed her lips. She recalled the scene in the bathroom just now, and her hand behind her was

clenched as a fist.

Here was Jonathan's territory. His men was everywhere no matter inside or outside the house.

No one believed her. They convinced that she was Claudia Hunk.

Angelia followed the man to a black door.

The person who brought her had disappeared silently. Angelia took a deep breath and knocked at the

door.

There was no response from the room.

She thought about it. Then she raised her hand and pushed the door open.

The light in the huge study was dim, and there was a man sitting behind the broad solid wood table.

Half of his face was hidden in the dark, only showing his strong chin.

Angelia bit her lip and stopped at the door.

“Come here.” Jonathan said.

Angelia didn't move.

“Do you want me to catch you by myself?”

Jonathan spoke again, with anger in his voice.

She just took a few slow steps forward and stopped in the middle of the study without saying any word.

“Don't pretend any more, Claudia Hunk. When our two families decided to get married, your information

had been sent to me.”

In the dark, Jonathan's voice was low, domineering and irresistible.

“Together with the things you have done abroad. Do you think it's necessary to continue performing

your tricks?”

A pile of files were thrown away and directly landed at Angelia's feet.

She stooped to pick it up and turned it over. It was recorded Claudia Hunk.

The only daughter of the Hunks, who was smart and clever at home, was entirely changed when she

went abroad. She did whatever she wanted while dancing on the margin of the law.

Angelia quickly finished reading, but didn’t find a picture of Claudia Hunk.

‘It was strange.’

“What else do you want to say?”

“Can I meet the Hunks...” Thinking of her present identity, Angelia corrected herself, “No, can I meet my

parents?”

As long as she could meet Randall Hunk and Daphne Hunk, her identity must be able to proved.

She was not Claudia Hunk. She didn't know the devil's wife. She just wanted to leave here!

That's it!