Chapter 138 What Does It Means to Take Advantage?
Chapter 138 What Does It Means to Take Advantage?
But Claudia did not seem to sense that she was not welcomed by them.
She walked straight over and put down the things in her hands. Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.
“Jonathan, how are your injuries? You don't blame me if I haven't had time to come over the other day,
do you?”
Jonathan frowned a little impatiently.
“You're not welcome here.”
But Claudia laughed and said, “If you knew what I was doing during that time, you wouldn't have said
that.”
“I don't want to know, and I'm not interested in knowing.”
Claudia turned her head and looked at Angelia, hiding her intentions, “What about you? Don't you want
to know either?”
Angelia frowned, wondering what exactly Claudia was trying to do.
“Don't want to.” She turned her gaze elsewhere.
Claudia stood up and spoke without a hitch.
“I found out the other day, the nest I had put on the balcony to raise some canaries, ended up getting
taken over by a pheasant from nowhere, and I spent several days trying to chase it away.”
She glanced at Angelia and smiled, "Do you have any good ideas?"
Angelia turned her head away, not looking at her.
“Nope. But I remember, the canary was kept in a cage, or perhaps it didn't want to stay any longer and
fled away, worried that her owner would find out, so she stole a chick instead to replace itself.”
“Is it?” Claudia sneered and said, "But a pheasant is just a pheasant after all, it can't become a canary."
“Is that what you came for to talk about today?’
“Of course not.”
Claudia walked up to Jonathan and said, “I came here just to care about Jonathan. And there are
many, many things I want to talk with you, so when we have the time in the future, we must have a
talk.”
Jonathan frowned and looked at her.
Claudia had already stood up and turned around to head outside.
Angelia followed close behind.
They reached the door before Claudia lowered her voice.
“Next time, I'll just tell him the truth.”
After saying that, she smiled smugly, turned around and walked away.
Angelia stood at the door watching her leave then finally turned away after a long while.
Seeing her distracted look, Jonathan said, "She won't be let in next time."
“Huh?”
Angelia lifted her head slightly and said, “That will be not necessary, if she wants to come, there are
many ways.”
Jonathan looked at her carefully and spoke up, " Did you have any problems with her?"
Angelia avoided his gaze and suddenly felt guilty.
“Nothing of the sort.”
Angelia's gaze, however, remained on her, as if he wanted to tell what she was thinking in her heart
through her face.
Two days later, Jonathan was discharged from the hospital and returned to the castle.
Angelia took a leave of absence from Cassius and stayed behind just to take care of Jonathan.
Someone who has yet to recover from his injuries, fully explained what it meant by taking the
advantage for someone.
On the first day, he said his back hurts when he lifts his arms, so Angelia fed him.
On the second day, he said he could not rub his back when showering, and asked Angelia to help him.
On the third day, he claimed that he was afraid that the wound on his back would recur during the
midnight and needed a companion.
The housekeeper volunteered without hesitation.
Jonathan interrogated him seriously, as his retirement will be the consequence of his unmindful words.
Then the housekeeper obligingly recommended Angelia, and even enthusiastically moved Jonathan's
things in.
Jonathan said he wanted to give him a raise.
The housekeeper immediately showed a fatherly smile as he looked at Angelia and Jonathan to enter a
room.
Turning his head and chatting with the cook, he casually discussed what the name of the young master
should be.
Once Angelia accidentally saw many names he wrote down in the small notebook, prolifically jotted, not
at all ambiguous.
Angelia was standing by the window, watching the housekeeper below ordering the gardener to mow
the lawn.
Jonathan waved at her.
“What are you looking at?”
Angelia didn't turn away.
"The housekeeper."
Angelia narrowed his eyes.
“Stop looking, come and take a rest.”
Angelia turned her head.
“Isn't noon now?’
Jonathan said with confident, “The doctor said I need to rest.”
Angelia had to walk over, but before she got close enough, she was pulled down by him and laid on the
bed.
He hugged Wen Sweetie and held her like a body pillow, having no worries about his injuries.
Instead, Angelia had to worry about it for him.
But usually on an afternoon like this, Jonathan fell asleep after Angelia, but woke up before her.
Several times, she wondered if Jonathan was asleep or not.
If he did not sleep, why was he still taking regular naps during the afternoon every day?
Angelia woke up with her eyes open once again and saw Jonathan looking at her with clear eyes
again.
“Have you slept just now?”
“No.” Jonathan said.
As he answered, Angelia sat up just before he said, "My back hurts."
In just a short phrase, Angelia can sense some grievances in it.
She couldn't help but lean over and blow at the wound on his back.
“Where does it hurt?”
Instead of answering, Jonathan looked at Angelia's neck.
“The hickey is gone.”
Angelia froze and reached out to touch it.
“Is it?”
She did not really care, but just as she was about to get up, Jonathan pulled her again.
Angelia's body tilted, and she fell onto the bed, and was pressed down by Jonathan immediately.
A slight stinging pain came from the side of her neck, she frowned slightly and reached out to hug
Jonathan, but she accidentally touched the scars on his back.
Her hand momentarily trembled, then she touched the scar cautiously.
“Jonathan, did I ever tell you that I like you?”
The man who buried his face in her shoulders suddenly stopped, motionless.
Angelia lifted her hands and embraced him.
The mottled scars on his back were more beautiful in her eyes, comparing to the most expensive and
prestigious antique artifact in the world.
“I love you.”
After saying that, she added seriously, "Not as Claudia, but as me."
Jonathan's hands slowly tightened, hugging Angelia into his chest.
“I heard you.”
Angelia raised the corners of her mouth, but her eyes overwhelmed with sadness.
“Please believe that, no matter what happens.”
“Ok.”
Hearing Jonathan's reply, Angelia finally let out a sigh of relief and smiled gently.
That afternoon, when Angelia went downstairs, the housekeeper handed her a letter.
Angelia received it and read it, but there was nothing on it but the words "Sent to Madam Millers".
“Who sent this?”
“Not sure. It was found in the mailbox.”
Angelia opened it and looked at it, and there was only a slip of paper inside.
The address and time written on it was exactly the same as the one Jennie had given her before.
After counting in her hand, she realized that the time specified was tonight.
Angelia frowned, what on earth was Echo doing?