Destined to Love You
Chapter 142 Astonishing willpower

The sky got brighter. Angelia and others finally arrived at the address Mason gave her.

The residential buildings were deserted and empty, marked with 'to be demolished' in paint on the walls.

Without Mason's help, they wouldn't be able to replace a place like this, not even in a week.

Angelia came to the door, which was locked from outside, as if they worried the people inside would escape.

"Saw it open!"

With her command, a bodyguard with a chainsaw immediately came forward.

There was a burst of fire.

A hole in the iron gate was opened right away.

The light in the room was dim, and there was a strange smell in the air.

She didn't even dare to go inside the moment when the door was opened.

The moanof a woman in the room could be heard by everyone.

Angelia paused, her heart was like pressed by a big rock.

"Jonathan?"

She stood at the door and called out.

But there was no sound inside.

She walked in while hesitated.

After just few steps, she felt she kicked on something.

She picked it up and found it was a bottle of philtre, which was empty.

Angelia's hands tightened instantly and looked around the room.

There was only a bed in the room, as if it had been placed there temporarily. Someone was sleeping on it.

"Jonathan?"

Angelia approached few more steps, unveiled the quilt on the bed.

It turned out to be Claudia in ragged clothes!

The clothes on her body were torn into several pieces. She rubbed herself against the bedsheets and her body looked red. Her hands were tied to the bed while she kept struggling, yet she was not able to

move.

Judging from the way she acted, the medicine was still working.

Angelia looked around quickly.

"Jonathan, is that you?"

She could suddenly hear a sound coming from the corner as she turned her head.

A tall figure suddenly rushed out from the corner and directly hit her as she was about to turn around.

Angelia was hit and she stepped back a few steps, fell on the ground in the end.

The man's temperature was extremely high. She could feel it even though there were clothes between them.

The heavy breathing sound kept pounding on her ears and heart heavily.

She could tell who the person is without looking.

"Jonathan?"

She yelled. The man grabbed her waist tight, lowered his head, sniffed gently and kissed her neck.

She could hear Steward's voice coming from outside.

"Miss, did you replace him?"

Angelia reached out her hands and pushed Jonathan's head away.

"Found him, give me a moment."

He kissed her hand as if her fingers were like lollipops, rubbing them with his tongue.

She held his face.

"Can you keep a clear head?"

She knew it was all in vain right after she asked.

Jonathan kissed her on the lips and he stirred his tongue in her mouth.

Angelia thought of the whole bottle of medicine she just saw.

If he ate them all, how could he be sober all night long?

Let alone there was Claudia who also took the medicine.

Angelia patted him on the back.

"We need to go out first, Jonathan."

When she thought he was out of his mind, he suddenly stopped.

He paused, picked her up and walked out.

Steward and Truman were about to go inside since it was all silence. They suddenly saw Jonathan come out.

He was neatly dressed and eyes were red. They couldn't tell if there was anything wrong with him.

His lips were pressed with a serious look.

He held Angelia tightly in his arms.

"Are you ok, sir?"

Steward walked towards him as soon as he saw him. He saw the blood on Jonathan's hands while he held Angelia.

It looked like he had been pounding on the wall a million times. Both hands were full of startling wounds.

He didn't even look at others, just held her and walked out.

Angelia laid in his arms in silence and buried her face in his chest.

A group of bodyguards watched them as they left and turned to Steward and Truman.

Truman frowned and said, "Let's clean this mess up first."

Then they entered the room.

Truman glanced at Claudia who was still tortured by the medicine on the bed. He had no compassion towards her, only told the bodyguards what to do. "Send her to the hospital."

Several people walked in haste, wrapped her in bed sheets and brought her out.

Steward took the bottle and his eyes popped.

"Was it possible that Mr. Miller was fed this entire bottle of medicine, Mr. Bell?”

He shook the bottle. There were more than ten pills in total!

How did Jonathan endure all night after taking all the medicine!

Truman pointed at the corner but didn't answer.

Steward turned around and saw the corner stained with blood.

Some lime fell of the wall.

As if someone punched on it all night long.

Steward gasped out of shock.

He could imagine the scene just by looking at the wall right in front of him.

Last night, after tying Claudia to the bed, Jonathan sat in the corner and tried to resist the drug.

When he couldn't fight it, he hit the wall over and over again, leaving the traces dripping with blood.

In this way, he made it through the night.

Even Steward couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What a rough night for Mr. Miller!"

Jonathan brought Angelia into the car but he didn't put her down. He held her and sat on the driver's seat instead.

She sat on his lap and she could feel his hard muscles even there were clothes in between.

She couldn't imagine how he got through the night with the willpower he had.

The look on his face was tense. He ignited the engine of the car and put into gear methodically.

The car slid out just like that.

Angelia looked at him nervously.

"Shouldn't we wait for them?"

Jonathan didn't say a word.

She found out right away that he wasn't driving to the hospital.

"Where are we going? Aren't we going to the hospital?"

He stretched out his hand to support her waist, leaning closer to her body.

She was shocked by the changes in his body and she could barely move.

There were few cars on the road since it was early in the morning.

Jonathan drove the car steadily, he stopped slowly in front of the red light. He pressed her on the steering wheel and kissed her.

When the red light was off, he released her and kept driving forward.

The speed was so moderate that it scared Angelia a little.

She knew that someone fed him the whole bottle of medicine and the effect was still on.

But he looked way too calm.

Terribly calm.

As if the tranquility before the storm.