I Am Unstoppable novel

Chapter 67 It Is White

Jonathan swallowed hard. “F*ck off!”

Immediately, the caller said, “Sir, do you wish to f*ck someone?”

Jonathan was rendered speechless. “F*ck you!”

“God, you’re so annoying. Give me a second. I’m coming to you right now,” the caller said bashfully.

“Don’t!” Jonathan was scared stiff. “If you do, I’ll call the police!”

It seemed that his words had worked, as the caller immediately hung up.

Jonathan let out a long sigh. The woman on the phone is truly a master. I almost accepted her offer after hearing a few sentences from her.

He went back to the window and sat down again. As the air conditioner was turned on, the room was rather cooling. Although there were other items, such as a computer and a television in the room, he was not interested in them.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Is it that woman who called just now? Jonathan’s heart thumped. If not for the fear that Amber would find out, I would have done something crazy today.

Waving away those thoughts, he quickly went to answer the door, only to see Amber standing in the doorway.

She was wearing a light blue dress, with her hair styled in waves. She looked gorgeous and lively. In her hands were a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses.

Jonathan stared at Amber’s chest and saw her cleavage. His heart raced.

“Oh, Little Amber. It’s you. You’re so beautifully dressed, and you even brought a bottle of wine. Are you forcing me to make a mistake? Look, I can’t hold back sometimes.” Jonathan rubbed his hands.

Amber rolled her eyes at Jonathan. “What’s up with your mind? Can’t you think of something else besides that?”

With a chuckle, Jonathan let Amber into his room. “How can I possibly think straight when I see someone as beautiful as you in the middle of the night? If I can, then it’s either you’re a failure or I’m a failure.”

“Not funny!”

“Haha. Aren’t you curious why I said the last sentence?”

“Please, I know what you mean. You’re a failure because you’re worse than a beast, and I’m a failure because I’m not attractive enough. Am I right?”

Jonathan gave a half-suppressed laugh.

Amber continued, “I can’t sleep, and I feel like talking to you. Besides, drinking wine is good for a woman’s skin.”

“Are you a good drinker? I’m afraid that you’ll molest me when you’re drunk.”

“Can’t you say something nice?” While saying that, Amber poured a glass of wine for Jonathan and herself.

sat opposite each other by the window and chatted

the wine was good, and the beauty in front of Jonathan was

was the most enjoyable moment

started to feel tipsy and more relaxed. Without realizing it, she had placed both her feet down and spread her

traveled over her fair thighs and

inside him as his heartbeat grew louder in his

no idea that she had accidentally flashed

he said, “Um, Amber, it’s getting late. I think

looked daggers at him. “Why? Do you

having some wine,

smiled and replied,

why are you chasing me

to do. I’m just

“What do you mean?”

has had some alcohol? Defeated by Amber’s

the more confused. “What is

get it? How am I

Amber’s mind. Her face flushed red as she stood

I was a pervert, I would’ve

down her glass and rushed out of

stifled his laughter and

Jonathan and Amber continued their journey. As before, Jonathan

fortunate that they had a navigation system in the

the left side of the road, one could see mountains filled with trees. And on the right,

and the scenery was breathtaking. Everything felt lively when the sun

the car, a song from a well-known singer was playing

love song—I

hope life will treat you kind, and I hope that you have all that you ever

I do wish you

quietly. More than ever, they felt touched by the song

remembering something, Amber said, “I have a question I’ve

“What is it?”

Amber wore something

it was because of Golden Years. And when you told me, you said that it was because you wanted to resolve the matters with Golden Years.

smile, Jonathan answered, “That’s all true. Felicia is indeed pitiful, and I really want to get my hands on Golden Years and take care of their problems once and for all. If you

“And what’s that?”

busybody.” Jonathan

felt touched and was satisfied

and Amber arrived in Ackleton. After resting for

roads were rugged. The further they drove, the more dangerous it was. And finally, their car could no longer travel further. Jonathan and Amber could only carry their

not a weak woman. With Jonathan carrying the heavier equipment, they quickened their pace. It was eight o’clock in the evening when they were twenty